toikupu #12, 2026
even an hour’s difference is changing
the skyline on the hill out the window
of our whare; we in turn write about how
even an hour makes the changing sun
out the window shift and kiss the skyline
and the lips of our whare on the hill;
and the changing skyline is, for even an hour, pausing
while the sun out the window liberates a poem about
the skyline
an hour at the window of our whare,
we in turn write
of liberation.
Rauhina Kohuwai-Banks
12/4/2026, Ōtepoti: toikupu #12