Sitting on the porcelain throne wiling away the hour
Studying the ground between the sink and the shower
The swirling lines of abstraction on the linoleum floor
Seemed to me of something else, something more.

Though not of any plan or serendipitous event
The patterns appeared as though by intent
How else to explain the beautiful phenomena
But through the unfolding of an apophenia.

Wizards riding carts through city streets
Ships at sail in some swaying naval fleet
The tossing of balls by a lanky acrobat
And the languid curling of an orange tabby cat.

Lurid images called from within my mind
Not real but imagined and easy to find
In swirling lines of abstracts so bold
A miracle of meaningful art dost unfold.

(Noun – the experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data.)