Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
personal enemies.
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
A fit.
I am Made stupid by the competition
And the painful comparison
With people by the different talents.
Freedom is in the solo thinking
And in the attention and consideration
For yourself.
Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun
Surprise after a day of struggle
And closing doors on my face.
When you surrender and stop fighting and planning,
Nature winks at you
And pulls tricks out of her bag.
You can pause for a day, a week,
And nobody sees your standing.
You alone Are creating.
Your mind, your imagination
Is processing yours next steps
And gluing together your achievements.
What comes next is in the picture
But still unfocused
until your superpowers
Are redefined.
It is all clear,
No need for action,
No need for worry.
Quick hands and the patience
To wait for the harvest
Sooner our later.
No need to stress
Waiting for it.
Life goes on.
Yearning silence and a thoughtless mind
I closer my eyes and feel the sun
On my tired old face.
It is a moment only
The one I strive for
Of warmth and cleanliness
Inside.
Under the pillow,
Above the shelves
The recipe for personal time is missing.
How to find that special moment?
How to make it last?
Breathe and think about the sun,
Nothing is in between
And nothing needs an immediate action
Unless you want it.
A stream of endorfins
Sweeps me away
When I glance the results.
Enough to make the day
Precious
Although at the first step
Of the longest stairs.
Career and life.
Offices should be green
And not show the man-made concrete walls.
Science is asked be sustainable and bio-inspired
As its innovation.
In my structured artificial office no nature
I can imagine
And no physiology is sustained
Enough to start the process
To produce new ideas
Friendly to all.
Words in a stream
Full the room and the heart of the scientist
When the unknown is the destination
And our hands the means.
Curious like kittens
And smart like bees
Scientists get ignited
And the hunt starts.
Each second a treasure
On Sunday evening
When the outside goes dark
And the sofa is what counts.
No space for worries
No space for proteins
No space for experiments
In the present.
Great ideas do not need justifications
In an ideal world
We belong to,
But too far away
From the research world.
Pro and cons of my possible next brilliant step
Crowd my head
While I have to invent also
The next ideal justification.
Tired
Of hearing the’ you can do it’
The’ women can do everything’
But have to struggle more.
Annoyed
By those who give it for granted
And just enjoy your result
Laying on their desk.
Running
Among the comments and assumptions
For my present and my future.
Happy
Of leaving the window a bit open
And enjoying the fresh wind of opportunities.
Taking the risk
and jumping straight ahead
While the others watch you
Like an accelerating fish in a bowl
Makes my day, and even my week.
We all share passions
And eyes looking forward
Although staring at personal shiny targets.
We all share goosebumps
When the future is a tunnel
And its length unknown.
We all share a special hug
That keeps us warm when loneliness strikes.
We will all share our special talent
And hold on.
Such a long night
Waiting for that line of light
That brings pink and blue shades to the ordinary.
Romanticism and hope
Are long searched for
In flowers and hugs
In events and faces
When cheap and powerful
Only they disclose if
Unexpected.
I take a walk
And hope it lasts so long
As Monday is quickly coming
And I am not ready
For its routine and vanity.
Corner after corner
I prolong this escape
And enough fresh air sinks in
To survive the shock of tomorrow.
Looking from far
Makes all people small
And turns problems into dark speckles
While giving hope to the tired heart.
Warm hands with experience
Move and drift
And my skin forgets
And my mind takes off
To the place where it should always be
At the right distance
From tears and cramps.
In the rain,
The road is clear
and the future seems harmless.
Walking alone does not scare me
If the drops sound steadily behind me.
This wet darkness is comfortable
And hugs me all the way home.
