Major Arcana No. XXI: The World
You could believe the all is dancing
somewhere
where
the body is not bruised, where hearts
are glowing like an earthrise,
where all time and time’s losses,
all wrongs are resolved in the golden snake
that winds around the hourglass
of her, your world in all its un-
broken, indivisible grace.
You could believe it from this place,
from this desk, from this view of the clearing clouds
and a New Year’s blue sky. Even as
it gets dark early, you could believe
that all success is stepping over
those last slight wisps of world-as-it-was,
and a sound will come over the quiet of the clock
to announce the arrival. You don’t know what
it will sound like. You bend to this desk,
this work, this world-as-is, this light
getting brighter all the time.
Tim Kiely is a criminal barrister and poet based in London who work has appeared in Under the Radar, South Bank Poetry and Magma. His pamphlet Hymn to the Smoke is published by Indigo Dreams. Follow him on Instagram @timkiely1′