Poetry Month – April 28, 2024 – On the Altar


Discovered in a portable red drawer
In the corner of the altar
Fortunes from cookies
Messages from friends
Secret strips of paper with
A promise of luck inscribed.
I wonder why I kept them
I wonder why I stashed them
I wonder if I thought
capturing them would somehow fuse
that written destiny with mine.
Probably not.
Wishful thinking, I’d wager.
As promising as white magnolia petals
turning brown in the grass
with little providences written on them
in block letters
with a black sharpie.
Compostable fate.

I’m sure each one felt like kismet at the time. Maybe that was the point: To feel kissed by fate and then dance on.