Air filled with birdsong.
Mist draped over hillsides.
The sun rose. I walked on my feet,
I saw with my eyes,
and knew I was human.
My favorite chair, my favorite spot,
gardens glisten with dew,
shoulders warmed by the sun.
I wonder why I am permitted
so many sunrises
while others are given so few?
The sun sets.
I lie on my back,
I hear with my ears,
and know chaos will return.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 360/365.
Desert Dweller 