ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD:

Trawling city streets with Tomato John, art & Japanese food.
The familiar rhythm of his Voice as he smokes another cigarette 
& drinks another coffee brings recalls me to earth & glues me back 
together. Visiting Naomi Troski’s metal clouds hanging in an 
immaculate white restaurant near Federation Square & in the gallery 
there the vibrant artworks of indigenous people, painting on bark & 
wooden poles in criss-cross earth colours that explode with happiness.
The body craves sleep in the back of taxis listening to stories 
of drivers a long way from home. Families scattered around the 
globe in the eternal search for work & a better life. Software 
programmers driving cabs for rent, fresh out of universities in 
San Diego. Drunk happy laughter in the corridor outside 
sings us off to sleep to heel, dripping with technicolor dreams 
of all tomorrow’s music.  

(K)