Once we were hammered and rolled into puddles of iron, slashed and burned to an end greater than ourselves—yet it’s from these ashes we have risen, radiant and glowing in youthful vigor; like a spring’s algal surface found fresh and winsome, Flourishing like the full and bright sound of harmonics swelling and swollen as agitated coffee grinds, pulsing like gray cocoa butter bubbling to the brim of chocolate’s dark basin, as the delicate powders of fruition caress our stems, our leaves, affirming everything we’ve been working toward in this our most challenged and cherished hour.

In this, we sprout from the secrecy of fertile soils, and together find within ourselves the courage to Bloom.