Tangible

What you can't touch is super-tangible.  Think of dreams, shadows, reflections.  What light & memory make of our landscapes.  A memory of the perfectly ripe:   fruit or just-picked ear of corn.  All worth hearing; all worth tasting.  Poems are like this, too.  Tangible -- with the weight of pen & paper and ethereal as the dance of light & memory.

Just ate 2 perfectly ripe small pluots. Life is sweet, I recall.