My keratin finally find herself
In this unusually humid day of august.
It relaxed, it goes back to it’s shape
Not more relaxed,
Just as born.
White hair between my fingers
And apparent on my mind,
Signal the time and story I have crossed.
Natural and unprecedented feathers
That take me to that next for of life
I am longing for,
Since a child.
Fluffy and curly behind the screen
My hair reveal my presence.
What characterizes each of us
Is out of our control
As the feelings we instill in our friends.
Awe, respect, for empathy
Are born in a millisecond
But linger and build the portray we remember
Of those who influence us.
In the woods the silence is a guest
Of squirrels and blackbirds.
Silence announces danger
And my hair stand up
Ready to react.
Tiny noises from near and far are safety
Reminding you life in all its scales
And an environment you can trust.
This natural noise oscillation
Is vital also in the lab
Where activities soak in small words
And results come from focused questions.