Wings ~ Miroslav Holub (scientist & poet 1923-1998)
We have a map of the universe for microbes,
we have a map of a microbe for the universe.
We have a Grand Master of chess
made of electronic circuits.
But above all we have the ability to sort peas,
to cup water in our hands.
To seek the right screw
under the sofa for hours
This gives us wings.
