Ethereal

It might be useful to remember the ethereal is tactile, tangible, resolute and a friend of light.   

Ethereal

and yet one could hold in one's hand. At least for a moment.

The ethereal is magical

and looming.  Truly, aren't clouds as structurally solid as trees, hill or even a poppy patch?  Or our imagination?  Or the memory of the first soup we tasted?  Or the sound of the last poem written?

Ethereal

Light & time:  ethereal.
Ethereal as the seasons -- soon there will be figs & then persimmons and
somewhat-long-gone, asparagus.

All those words forgotten, misplaced, mispoken.  And all those apt, simple words -- brimming with awe.

Dinner tonight with friends not seen for a decade.


Palpable
is
the ethereal.