POETRY

Pareidolia

A poem

Image by Antal Milan from Unsplash

We see faces in trees, and in carpets In paintings with no faces in them In stained and spalling concrete We see Jesus in toast Satan in a sliced apple

Gleeful faces or unpleasant We have desperately evolved to find them Wherever we look—water, fire, earth, or air.

My constructs are unknowable to you You are in a completely different place And out of eight billion I would instantly know your face