A tingle of nerves defines the edge
like the dissipating foam of an ocean wave
hitting the even sand
less certain than the blade of a knife
but a boundary
separating the solid from the shifting
mass of volatile molecules.
Skin is alive to the outer air
and internal surges
lurching with every possibility
and yearning for impact.
The violence of the unpredictable
exudes its silent charge,
the body source and receptacle.