The Life

By Wesley McNair

The Life

There is a moment
when the arms,
sent behind you

to locate the sleeves
of your coat, become lost
in the possibility

of the garment lifting
above them. This
is why they thrash

out of your sight,
searching not
for what you think

you want, but what
behind your own back
you long for,

a seamless place
that opens
to another life.