The value of emptiness

 Gone like the receding tide
gone like the brush from
last season's forest fires
gone to sell you empty

take it solemnly
accept it with grace
in a few months 
you might smile

Gone like a pleasant comfort
that formed a heavy essential
life divided in a way that spikes
Your envy and dismay

maybe you'll smile again
peer into jagged discarded piece of tarot
The heart mines purpose therefrom
yet gone are the focal points

Life driving toward you
just a chasis with nothing on it
just coasting with no breaks
no accelerator

obsessed predicting where it might crash
you tremble you hold on so tight you thrash
a child and it's coveted soft toy
Big rip from being fought over

Some authoritative hand appears
and the bear is gone
and emptiness returns
where's your gratitude?