Focus Playlist

I found my focus,

No hocus pocus,

Just in the zone.

100 samples are no joke.

But when you get into the rhythm,

The click of pipette tips.

The swirl of water diluting the pellet.

The running rotor,

Of centrifuge machines.

The talking turned into murmurs.

They hum while you stay silent.

You’re in focus,

In the zone.

As you watched the white dissolved to colourless.

Twice to each side of a circle.

Wash it down till the bottom looks clean,

Brand new.

12 samples down,

Then to 24.

But sooner than you thought,

You’ve handled 144.

and then you stop.

Gloves melt into your skin like glue.

Feel the itch on your nose,

And is that sweat?

Obtained a temporary myopic vision.

You take a rest.

The next day,

Repeat.