I pass you the message
My mind everyday hopes for
In a meeting with coded words
And flying smiles.
A shared vision for the lab
And for the proteins
Become dotted and our poor ideas
Cannot overlap today.
Your hand is small
But ready to open
to support the others.
Your head is messy
But quickly quiet when listening is needed.
Your breath is tired
But will run if your help is needed.
Not the only one, but often unique.
Hybrid materials come from hybrid encounters.
speaking different languages
Draw their vision and offer a hand
That crosses borders and disciplines.
Science as a big family has its jargon
And its favourite toys.