Ko te ngau a Hine-Moana ki a Hine-Kirikiri he ngau mutunga kore. Ko tōku kuia tērā.
The sea eats away at the whenua. Her sturdy defender Rakahore of rock and stone eventually merges with Parawhenuamea of silt and sediment.
These fine particles slowly build up again to form the body of Papatuānuku. This constant ebb and flow is a ceaseless cycle, for centuries completely undisturbed and uninterrupted.
An ode to Te Henga where my Kuia was taken off the rocks by Hine-Moana. I never met my Kuia, but I am reminded of her presence in the mamae and grief that I silently carry, that often only the moana can strip from my shoulders.
Image: Raukura Turei. Detail of Te poho o Hine-Kirikiri (2020) Courtesy of the artist.