Discard

would it bring you peace to discard
this entire hand of life? to draw again
as many years, breaths, fresh heartaches
theme-park rides? throw it all to the wind
that chaff-blows east from west; stretch
to that dark edge and dive into the wave
that crash-washes all trace of your salt-perfume

when you emerge gasping from the surf
it is a birth; when you emerge blinking
from the dirt-walled cellar, it is a birth
the prairie swept clean, coast swept clear—
even of your own black-cloud faults, beliefs
that you were the hurricane, tornado
lightning arcing from sea to earth to sky

draw again, draw again
see the garden dew-fresh, unflowered, full
only of possible-to-be

The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 23 is to use a playing card for inspiration. I drew two cards from our Fluxx deck: Discard/Draw and Peace.