Single Point

By Brenda Romo

A single point

That’s all we were looking for

It didn’t matter whether or not we came from different corners

Of the same canvas all that mattered

Is that there was a single, golden point we had to reach

No one asked any questions

There wasn’t any time as we all scrambled

To get to that point that single point

It was like melting together with a lover

Lines no longer existed and our insides were no longer

Being kept in one solid body, no

We merged within one another

It was bigger, brighter than any constellation

The stars were jealous because as close as they tried to get with one another

They couldn’t begin to accomplish what we had

A single point where we met as one and suddenly

Our surroundings were nothing but lines and patterns

Together we formed something greater, something that

To any other eyes had no shape, no boundary, no rhyme or reason

But to us it was art

Something God-like

And suddenly all that work that was done to get to that single point

It was all worth it

Convergence, at its most beautiful

That’s all we ever asked for

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Brenda Romo is eighteen years old, from Denver, Colorado and currently a Freshman at the University of Iowa in Iowa City. She is planning a double major in English and Art in hopes of becoming a writer someday.