We rise from the primordium,
into the bubbles we call our bodies—
fragile, imperfect shells in which
we carry our souls through this reality,
oblivious to the immensity of the truth.
Thinking we reside
in our hearts and our heads,
but without heart, head,
teeth, and toenails,
we are so much more.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 220/365.
Desert Dweller 