Pareidolia
Let's workshop this poem about the subtle blessings we are hit with each day--a poem that serves as a reminder to each and every one of us to look, look closely, before we take a bite of that taco!
Pareidolia
Too many blistered tortillas
are churned out—
and for too many of us
whose ancestors
lived longer to mate
by swift pattern detection
(at the price
of ineluctable faces glaring
in bushes, clouds, star clusters)—
for Jesus or Mary
not to bless our table
now and then.
