We built a fire to keep us warm.
It was upstairs. Away from the rest.
It was just right for us.
We didn’t need to take take take from them.
We could huddle beneath our blankets and slurp our cocoa. Your mulled apple cider.
We were kept warm by burning branches. Sticks in a ring of rocks.
We built a fire to light the darkness.
We chased it away with our little light.
We were not afraid. We were warm and
We had light. We had each other.
Our music was our voices twining together like strands of a cord.
We dreamed and we played. We thought and we considered.
We were not afraid. We had a small fire to signify our hope.
Our slow hope. Our slow love.
It burned not big like those others which consume but burn out quick.
Ours was sweet, small, slow. It was ours.
We built a fire to sustain us.