After hoping and trying
and failing and hoping
and trying and failing
and hoping and trying
and failing the mind
perhaps will finally say
I don’t know what comes next
and, startled by the sweet
clarity of this, the body
raises both arms, though
the mind didn’t tell it to—
yes, the arms rise weightless
and open, as if there is nothing
they aren’t ready to embrace,
as if the world as it is
might come rushing in.