Cells

Altura (Castellón, Spain), May 2024

Clouds in May coming and going,

tough witnesses of time passing,

a symbol of myriads of waterdrops,

of tiny little cells working together.

I thank the cells of my skin

for, at the same time, sheltering me 

and letting me feel the world outside.

I thank the cells of my brain

for letting me understand and connect

both visible and invisible worlds.

I thank the cells of my bones and muscles

for opening the door to moving,

to visiting and living new places.

I thank every single cell in my body,

so similar, though decidedly different,

but in such perfect harmony that life works.

I am as thankful for the work of the elements,

as for the one each of my cells does

bringing on the perpetual harmony

of a life on the move.