Interface
is the only place
to face anything.
Inside is unfathomable –
you cannot plumb the depths from inside the sea.
Outside is unknowable –
you cannot know what you cannot perceive.
The only place
to know and see
is the interface –
the waves on the sea:
the drops of rain, creating the rings;
the sight and touch, embodying things;
the warmth and breath, infusing life;
the pull and press,
the push and strife.
At the interface
there is rough and rub
which, we have to face,
is the nub.
