The port hums the coloured boxes stack
And the harbour lies wide with arms that
Do not care
200 years ago it was all the same, hurrying
On the breeze and the tide and the hint
Of some next fortune just off the edges of the map.
There will be no surprising of these brown eyes
Having witnessed the first fleets of Rakaihautu
Paddling weary next to the rocks
Accepting this gift of shelter and hungry for the
Seals, birds, and fish - calling to the people to settle here.
The giant Horomaka looks over the stripped land
And whistfully recalls times of simple techtonics
Before Te Rauparaha filled these bays with deceit and blood
And forged a nation
From beneath the shame filled gaze
Of these wise Banks.