there
just out of view
begging to gain
my attention
I pause
listen
lean in
to hear you
and you grow
silent
unwilling
to name yourself
I reach my hands out
to you
to feel your curves
and nuances
you duck
and dive
to avoid my touch
I flail
without knowing who you are
what you are to me
in this now
how can I know
what is needed?
is now the time
to reach out to soul-family
to seek butterflies and help
or send them
is now a time of
waiting
resting
watching
or a time for
moving forward
with tiny
gentle steps
is it for hanging on
or letting go
and in the end
are you
friend
or
foe
until I know
I wait
and feel for the flow
to move through me
who needs some butterflies?
I love, love, love butterflys – Wonderful x