Primitive Reflex

They say

when one window shuts

another opens

when one passes

a new soul is born

but we come

crying

into this cold world

alone

as we leave

and it’s too cold

for that open window

after dark

too lonely for tears

For Fireblossom’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: DREAD

& #25 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans