So happy to see an article on how poetry helps scientists in Nature!
Colleagues to bother and coffee cups to hold,
salts to dissolve and liquids to stir,
see you standing and counting the minutes.
In moments of idle attention
ideas waiting in line come to the front
with a smiling face and the index up.
Nothing to do, plant seeds for tomorrow.
It is still not clear
What makes the centrifuge tilt
And make me question my worth.
Is the centrifuge balanced? And me?
Can i fulfil simple tasks at my age?
Am i again not trusting myself at my age?
The loud noise shakes me up
And the sentences fall void.
On a foot I cruise the lab,
Walking sideways in a diagonal,
I reach my high desk.
I stretch my neck to discover the documents,
Hiding silent in the back,
While the others follow me
with their eyes filled of water.
Regular and precise
Like a shiny Salt Crystal
Feel the changes in the air around me.
Melting away I let my energy spread
While strongly I hold on to the skills and ideas
Hiding inside but not vanishing.
The invisible fragments
Swim free in pure sterile water
Ready for the magic.
The monstrous plasmid is coming
and the reaction will start
Hot, agitated, repetitive.
A single mutation will change the course of the experiment.
A tiny step of in vitro evolution.
Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
That add corners and colour harmony
I hear your loud words,
I see your rigorous slides,
Your expensive material is in front of me
I feel scientifically invaded.
Your childish opinion is everywhere
Taking over the space and the mind
Yet my idea is better.
Small in its corner,
It ripens to perfection
And its time to bloom is behind the corner.
You tell me to move on
Not to ruin the image of your reality.
I will step out
But my opinions are sacred,
Laid in a basket inside me,
And they will be written if not told.
Reality passes quietly and silent
and I needed time to give a name
to all the happenings.
I hate labels but they give the right words
to tell the story
I do not want to forget.
Passionate yet careful
I guard myself through the day
To find the juicy tasks
In the shadow
Among the senseless
That shine so bright.
The candid dove of experimental design flies in
And shows to all the way
To elegance and beauty
Of working in the lab
At the end of the table
The wise sits in silence
Observing and staring
Those who nervously run
And show their plumage.
Giant and buffing the monster has me
Again at the door of the achievement.
His presence fills my room
And lays imperfections on my slides
Of no importance
While others breath freedom.
Internally distracted by an espresso
I live intensity and frustration
In the same instant.
The high tide of energy will pass
Leaving a human and restless
Managing of time and ambition.