Fortune Cookie



I crack open
a cookie for the New Year
curious about what wisdom
fortune may have prescribed
      Of foul skies or fair
      Fair breezes or foul
Though the heart is faithful
the mind’s as superstitious
as some old gypsy reader
of palm lines

   “You used to think you were a child
      Now you think you are an adult”

I sit in curious wonder
asking if this is propitious
for the journey that lies ahead
      A bump to 1st class
      A free seniors’ soda
or some ominously ill omen
      Your flight’s cancelled!
      Too short for this ride!
What child doesn’t want to be
an adult when he is a child?
What adult doesn’t want
to be the child?

“Everybody believed that they were special,
that they weren’t really a waiter, that they
were the one who was getting out . . . You get out
not so much because you’re special but because
you’ve got enough steel in your soul to crawl up.” ~ Ann Patchett


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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8 Responses to Fortune Cookie

  1. rozaliadame says:

    So true. I think nearly everyone ponders over a fortune cookie every now and then, and tries to find greater meaning in a single statement.
    It’s fascinating how one statement can make us rethink ourselves.
    Fantastic writing =D


  2. Morgan says:

    Thank You for this oh so inventive look at life, Peter. I Truly Appreciate Your Inspirations :)


  3. oh, how I miss the cuisine in NYC’s Chinatown


    • Everywhere you go in the world the Chinese have been there before you and opened a restaurant . . . I found one high in the Andes in Guatemala, in the middle of Mysore in India, in Petermaritzburg, South Africa, and of course in Wales & Scotland . . . But not every place includes a fortune cookie with your Mongolian beef . . .


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