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?
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?
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.