Who Am I?
In jumbled, fevered childhood memories, I try to understand myself. These things I held dear, cemented in my childlike brain, fused to the making of me. I opened the door, ki whakamārama, ko wai au. All I have done is realise, kāore e taea e au ki te kōrero, ki te mārama te reo māori. Engari, ka taea e au te ako! I must remember te Korotangi that landed ōku tūpuna ki kōnei. In hope, I wait for the clouds to clear.