A different man, long ago

thinks about settlers, thinks about change

Sugary tears leak out of every crack and

Pen mark in the bathroom Wall

Of all the swimmer summer and the dust, sun, rain, you are what sticks out. 

"For many of us, this is not a new moment in time," says the young Māori activist. 

"Quark querk arck erk,"  

That's what the tui said.

I try to think of death as an ocean; uncharted and unknown, but vast.