October 7, 2019
Issue 12 2019
Creative Writing

Wellington Born

My brother,

nature baby. Born a gleeful huhu grub

at the edge of the forest.

Wet slip clay fists, unfurling

ponga frond toes. You see, he came out this way-

with silver eyes.

 

My brother,

calm as kawakawa.

Straight cut greywacke

profile, carved in the curve

of Breaker Bay, his

harakeke hair plaited

like poi or piupiu.

 

My brother,

Tall as a tōtara.

Graduation cap and korowai carried

by harbour wide shoulders.

He speaks for his peers

with a flaxwork grin,

and the cadence of a korimako.