Borders

The wasp landed on my screen
Warm spring breeze passing over my skin
Stills the instinctive fear, quiet
Thought to swat and kill but fascination
Takes my will and I watch

He rubs his hind legs like a cricket
“Does that feel good?”
He senses his safety and stretches
“Are you sleepy?”
Curiously he examines his surroundings
“What do you think or do you think?”

My curiosity extends my hand toward him
Slowly the distance is crossed
His stinger is pulsing, will he sting?
Sense stops the curious wandering
As I pull back from him.

He buzzes his wings in place, preparing
I watch as he takes flight, back
To his world leaving the near encounter
I resume my work, once more.