Rewa Morgan

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Aro hā

Where has Ohinerau gone?
Tāmaki-makau-rau I’ve left your

 

Volcanic shores
The Tararuas is where my head lies

 

Kapiti’s tides wash over my skin
My torso sinks into the sand of Horowhenua

 

My heart twists to see your shape
Climbing the slopes of Maungawhau

 

The distance is too great
But in the evening

 

I can hear your voice
Travelling across Te Ika-a-Māui

 

Aro hā
Aro hā
Aro hā