prose poem c:

we are enough

Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree; reddish, like an acorn or a spice like cinnamon; golden, like hay or autumn leaves.