On an anonymous bench

The sun left the lockdown and came to visit

in this empty street

full of hope and will to restart naive.

My skin is pale but brave,

my brain never stopped jumping jolly

my hands impatient

Work prize

It has a warm price
The recognition of your work by a friend.
Work talks stay at work
And the focus is down to that stained bench
That stores your weapons and your solutions.

Adventure dance

The right volume is dispensed
In a standing glass of honesty and accuracy.
The bench gathers simple liquids and mysterious tools
That will decode the way to that answer
In a successive repetitive dance.

On the way to the lab

The sun is shy today
And clouds seem to buffer
The full potential of a day in the lab.
Trepidation takes me there,
Expectations drive my walk to the bench,
Reasoning on unheard hypotheses
Excites my ego and hurries my hands.