Poem Written in a Coffee Shop on 29th Street

It might be

Right there

In front of you

Because some

Of the world’s

Greatest discoveries

Just happen by

Serendipity

Juan said to me

Sitting in a midtown

Coffee shop the other day

When he turned my way

And noticed my glazed

Distracted look

And then one of

Reality’s hidden dimensions

Began to cohere right there

On the page in front of me

Just like a pop up book

As I realized the clarity

Of a picture depends

Not only on the aperture

Of the lens’ setting

But also that of the heart

As it ranges from fear

In the extreme

To something more open

To the plenitude of light