Students rush in to hand in their short loan books and make their way to one of two major exams scheduled for today. Being a poet who earns a crust as a library assistant at the Biological Sciences Library at one of the foremost English universities is never dull. Honestly, there is always something to occupy my mind and/or curiosity. At times vexing, the students on the whole are a decent lot. The academic staff are fascinating as well, as I observe them in their natural habitat. One of them has taken to bringing in fossilised dinosaur droppings for us to have a look. My colleague and I are most grateful for this recurring pleasure. Poetic? I'm not sure how poetic science is really but I suppose the mind's intoxication and a certain level of inspiration come in to play in scientific endeavour as well as artistic pursuit. Did Darwin ever enjoy a sonnet or a haiku? Possibly..
