Pareidolia
Means seeing things that aren’t there.
Faces frown and smile at me
from sidewalks, doorknobs, cloudbanks…
Squat fire hydrant transforms to
three-year-old standing roadside,
red-and-yellow clad—Dear God!
Where in hell are her parents?
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How interesting, Elaine! I always learn things from you. And this explains why after I saw a not-yet feathered dead baby bird yesterday, I see dead baby birds in every leaf/clump of grass I pass.
that last line makes us believe the claim!
This takes me where my brain is one place and my body another – that 3 year old standing roadside – where are her parents. invokes that feeling of loss and displacement.