Lovro had a ritual.
Laid the herbs meticulously on parchment paper,
weighed out each ingredient
and created perfectly arranged packages.
The process was meditative and it calmed his nerves.
Once assembled, he carefully folded each parcel
into a neat package and put them gingerly
into a brown paper bag.
Wrote the patent’s name
on the bag in meticulous print.
Now if he could only spend his life doing this,
everything would be alright.