Foundation extended, Some open ended, Wrap around with a swing, or in screen defended. Leave on the light, When coming home, A package does nest, Left on me, both your own.

I end with a hook, but I’m not for a fish, I pop up in minds with a curious wish. I open up doors when you’re seeking direction, I’m posed for a purpose - what sparks introspection?

Hold it, not in your hand. Spelt wrong, its a span.

The closest thing to a wizards wand, When put into the right hand. Wether for fruit, a person, or land.

Frustrating on your tongue Hard on your wallet And of icebergs, misleading