Really enjoyed your poem, @gracielaacevedo. Something touched me, in particular, about these lines:
A pregnant woman collects some sprouted seeds: a beautiful metaphor for sowing.
People gather. They eat cooked meat. In their bodies, the light from the campfire is reflected.
I'm reminded of the quiet moments of beauty and discovery going on everywhere in the world, today and throughout history. It is in all the small things.
Thanks for your reading, @jayna.
Those small events like the reflection of a campfire ...
Without those initial moments, so trivial now, we would not be what we are.