One day I stopped waiting for the mystics to arrive
A man walked in a door
at the end of a long hallway
Illumined from the back he appeared

Karen’s father, Emmanuel, appeared
So I sat in my chair
at the table, in the cafe
and waited to receive him
Though I knew he was 5,000 miles away

Still, I looked at him
till the recognition was received
and a subtle interest filled the air
between us
a shared moment
of attentiveness

Until he walked by
and became another person
in the crowds of the city

… Now I know how to find
where people live inside themselves
It is behind that door
of recognition

Vancouver, August 22, 1999