I See Cows

In the pattern of

Dots

On the ceiling tile

And shapes of cats and

Dogs

In the beige swirls on

The floor

This pertinacious habit

Of organizing chaos

Puts faces in the

Curtains

And bunnies on my toast

While I've never seen the

Virgin Mary

In my latte foam

I've seen Winston Churchill

Glaring

From my blanket folds