Friend or Foe

you hover
      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?