So happy to see an article on how poetry helps scientists in Nature! Advertisements
My normal clothes embrace me, A scientist in disguise, And reminds me of the holidays. Shorts and sleeveless from the forbidden wardrobe Give me a brave allure.
Spring knocked and nobody opened. It slammed the door to our face, Wake up! You cannot stop nature, You cannot stop the revolution, It will slap you awake Each time you are lost in your data Or your handy, Or your worries.
Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun Surprise after a day of struggle And closing doors on my face. When you surrender and stop fighting and planning, Nature winks at you And pulls tricks out of her bag.
The Rain surrounds me and the tiny droplets jump On my shoulders and on the grass. I am not alone, Nature melts and we are connected By The atmospheric water.
Stones do not move freely Unless the storm comes by surprise. Trees bend and politely deny The status quo. Nature is the real teacher.
No window is open enough Or garden fresh sufficiently Today. When you are on a hunt And curious to poke nature, There is always a step forward. Tiny snails, reason vapour, atmospheric dust Ageing bananas, mysterious taste of sausage, Hardening soap, menstruations pain, Everything pushes a question forward And a foot forward
With hate and empty handed, I let this nature assault me and invade My little mental freedom. The weekend has come, I am all out and breathing Away my research voids And personal strategies.