I had met her before
But this was different
This was an interview
This was professionalism
Preparations of questions
And butterfly tickles.

She was held in high regard
The art worlds queen and
Me a mere student
My importance to appear
Not too naive
Younger than I, her
Experience vast beyond
My year’s, knowledge wise.

My admiration of her and her work
Was beyond number one fan.
Star struck extremes
Meeting her again was
Life’s magic dream

The interview would have went well
If only she had bothered to show.

An omen, I’m travelling the wrong road.

TeAnne © 22 March 1999 

In Perth’s 'Culture Centre Art Gallery' coffee shop,
The pulse of an artist’s city.
Just watching them all walk by
All nationalities
All different lives
Rushing
Strolling
Food in mouths or hands
Disabled bodies, or minds
Purple haired or green or red
All seeking ‘that special something’
That could change their lives
Coming and going,
Backpacks, school books
Visual dairies
Brief – cases, nine to five
Or just sitting at this coffee shop
Chatting about life’s great explores
While ‘blues’ music pipes from speakers

Later in a food hall
Caucasian male using chopsticks
While the Asian wife used fork and spoon
While I watch, eating Continental roll
with Italian cappacino.

TeAnne © 22 March 1999