Colour was a location etched on her face -
culture to be seen, not heard
- not a choice.
But oh,
her woven stories were known
her woven stories were known
beyond he mountains.
Rumbles reverberated through
the cracks of the earth
raising life from soil
releasing breaths from roots
that carried to the circumference of Rā's fervor;
Papatūānuku echoing Ranginui's lost embrace.