Pareidolia by Mick Jenkinson

You wouldn’t take it lightly,

would you –

those stories stencilled up there

which you’re so eager to read?

There’s more to be discovered

than you’ve seen or imagined

in the sparkling silver,

the brooding black –

binding up your dreams

in their mercurial reality.

You’d be a fool

to bet against them,

those shapes that make sense,

shift, and then don’t.