His eyes rove round and circular, 

Quick bursts spoken near and far,

Until he stands tall and perpendicular,

Shaken still giddy with unspent energy.


He looks down hoping to be free,

I’ll just take this then says he,

Face creased with concern,

He disappears too suddenly.




He returns as a wraith,

Still speaking clarity decisively,

He pauses and I measure his silences,

And know he’s daunted just like me.