Anchored to this desk,
the sun is gleaming
and time holds his breath.

Mind darting
humming
twitching
legs ready to run.
I wait -

Clenching
clutching
clasping
fighting to stay still,
frantic to finish -
but the light bursts through.

I loosen my grip,
and golden beams escape
my fists - Burning and bright,
they lead the way and I follow.