Every so often ...

... I read a poem that makes me catch my breath, and then feel like the light is a bit stronger, for no reason that I can identify.

This is today's:

To a Poor Old Woman
by William Carlos Williams
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good to her. They taste good to her You can see it by the way she gives herself to the one half sucked out in her hand Comforted a solace of ripe plums seeming to fill the air They taste good to her