First Teachers

We arrive in this place and we know not how
Find people around and some stay
My first school was very small this space bellow the stairs
I remember three students and one teacher but not how we all fit

We were smaller and things somehow made perfect sense
There was nothing wanting
First teachers have the easier job for anything is instructional
I remember enjoying my time but not what I learned

We shared with each other time and space
As there is this now so to is there always this then
How I first become myself in relation to others
A world older and wiser my first teacher

Fifty years pass in a moment and take forever
I am not sure how you understand
Nor what your first teachers did for you
For me it was my first lesson that this life made sense

A feeling in my first tiny school
It was gone too soon yet here with me still
There are these windows and periods of our lives
Some never leave

First teachers you can not thank enough
But you can wish them happy birthday and another fifty years to learn
Again and again that first lesson that this life makes sense and you are purpose
Even if you do not know how

We just found each other there below the stairs below the stars
She was bigger and I do not think she knew why, but I could not tell