exiting the cold grade school womb

the closest i ever came to the
melding of pure innocent excitement
and the moment my first blast of
light hit me as a living human out
of the womb was one
winter day in grade school.

it was one of those patent
snowy, cold days
that should have been called
by the superintendent,
but wasn't.

all us jittery kids
were merely biding our time
and dreaming of sleds or warm mugs of sugary brown.

and it was decided that us
kids could go to recess and tear
through the drifts of bright white
icing all around us in the
back of willy wonka's hidden room outside.

as we all left our home room
mummified in multiple layers of warmth,
a door down the hallway opened
and all i could see was
bright sun and the purest
white puncturing through that
tiny rectangle on the horizon.

at this,
all of us kids started running
faster and harder towards the
frozen miracle mirage before us.

as the rectangle grew into a big bright square,
then a perfect door opening,
i could feel the cold of birth
happening all over again
as i exited through that doorframe
and forgot everything
else that happened
before that very moment..