The Surface of Things:
Is everything really illusion?
Might I pass through this heavy oak door
without opening it?
I lean gently to and feel it yield to weight
swaying in agreement—
my respect for it##039;s solidity,
to my passage it yields a breath of concession.
Jesus had such exquisite care
not to disturb the surface of water
that he could walk on it.
— A Poem by Paul Quenon, author of Unquiet Vigil