New Wine in the Old Bottle

As a new day dawn
So many new things surround me
A day before, they all used to be old
Known, familiar and mundane
Like a spider building a web
Or a bee flying hastily to a flower hub

A feeling sinks into me
As if I am looking these for the first time
I try hard to connect to what I read
In science magazines
And to what I do in the lab or computer
I get lost in the puzzle of designs
Engineering, networking
All automated but with a beautiful
Simple shape hiding all of it

A sense of humility
And ignorance drowns me
I sit and look around
Becoming again a drop
In the ocean of creation.

((*))

Babru
May 17 2008