Walking down the lane.
A tension in my stomach.
I arrive on time.

Monday I am awake.
Tuesday I am tiring.
Wednesday the air is fresh.
Thursday I get goosebumps.
Friday I am dreaming.
Saturday I am free.
Sunday I melt.

I am the dreaming of the web for the spider.
I am the morning bawk of the crow.
I am the ambivalence for a custard cream.
I am the charge for my mobile phone.

Cheeky by circumstance.
Perky by nature.
Rambunctious in spring.

I walk in your slippers
You show me your foundations
I hold you in your light
I fan the flames of your furnace