We see faces in trees, and in carpets
In paintings with no faces in them
In stained and spalling concrete
We see Jesus in toast
Satan in a sliced apple

Gleeful faces or unpleasant
We are desperately evolved to find them
Wherever we look – water, fire, or air.

But my faces are unknowable to you
Maybe in a completely different place
Maybe not be a human face

Does it really matter that much
That it isn’t actually there?