There Are Fortunes Scattered

There are fortunes scattered through this house
on floors and counters and this desk.
After the cardboard containers were put away
we read the cryptic mottoes and predictions
and fed half the cookies to the wagging dog.
We shared our fortunes with each other;
I gave them mine and received
others in return. One child became the keeper
but her stock of paper strips is incomplete:
too many to keep up with and so they stay,
spread abroad in crannies after reading
so that anyone may find a fortune anywhere.
It is good to be so generous 
with each other and with these our given fates.

January 14 2012