Fragile

It seems so fragile,
 this intangible thing we share.

Or maybe it’s just that I feel
 brittle
   each time I encounter it.

I’m compelled to turn away
put it on a high shelf
where my clumsy hands can’t reach
to observe fondly
remotely
on days when I feel strong.

But on the other days…
I want to caress all its surfaces
perceive its smooth comfort
despite the risk of breakage and sharp corners.

Such a delicate thing,
 this ethereal connection –
  a vulnerable sanctuary.