Poem: Pareidolia

You took me to Africa
to see this spot.
And I sat through
vespertine
times with you at
this lake-front beach.
Every day,
after sunset,
and the green flash
that I can’t see,
among waterfalls,
we kissed, near stones
worn by wind and
crashing water.

One day, behind
us, in the rock
and sediment,
you saw a face.
Your gasp startled
me and the rock
watched us, judged us,
loved each of us
conditionally,
depending on our
position in
the universe,
as if we were
chosen to witness
a miracle
among godless
moments and places.