Squeaky chair

I open my eyes and stand up,

I walk and almost run,

I jump and almost fall on this late train.

I cared for my clothes and my hair,

I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,

Yet my chair is squeaky,

But I will not sit for long.

Boss support

I live differently,
Comfortable and unique
In my spacious 1% of opinions,
Future wishes, and behaviour.
No stream against, just a beautiful panorama
I contemplate sitting
With you, boss.

Joy priorities

Renaissance of the heart and the spirit
Happens suddenly
And twists this monochrome day
Of typing and visualizing.
Colleagues and their enthusiasm
anchor me to the ground
And to the needs of reality
While a coffee restore the peace
and priorities for joy.

Unique hand

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.

Reading people

Your words tell me successes
And bravery to launch your career
Despite the critics.
But I can read you.
Your hands tell me fear of the future
And confidence threatened by the established opinions.
I will hold your hand for free,
Not sure if you would return the favour.

Best colleague

She is coming quick paced
From the distant end of the visual
But her energy precedes her.
These rare people paint our life yellow
And poke a finger at our rear
To push us up
Like an uncontrollable spring
Moving in unforseen directions
Of equal fascination.

Scientific Envy

Sticky noise that follow me
In the lab and in the office
Is the fruit of envy or pure curiosity?
Fake smiles hurt me
And make me raise the fence
And my suspicion.
The dark side of science is here
To poison the good spirits.

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