In between sentences

Shadows of the several notes and post-its

stuck to the shelf which runs above my laptop

create uneven battlements along the wall;

deterring invasion of ideas. 

4.20 am, woken by wind whistling

Imperfectly-drawn white curtains
Orange street-light
Shadow-branches on the move
A never-ending lightning nightmare
Had I been seven.

Low tricks by the sun

Long slender legs extend my arrival in a kitchen where

crumbs are boulders, windows blind with grime

and I wish, not that I was less a slut at housework

but had been more so, while my legs were still that long.

Speedy alsatian

Alternate light and dark,
as he passes a paling fence,
stripes the dog "go faster"