By Chris Girven
Dad is picking up shells for the garden
Mum is sitting and watching
Ben is washing his hands in the water
So particularly
He is small against the sky
I take a photo of him
He pulls out his phone and
Takes a photo of me
The sea is charcoal black
It froths like a rabid dog
Tearing at the Jasper sand
Tripping over itself
Turning its face to mine
Again
And again
Chris Girven (Ngāti Kahungunu ki Te Wairoa) lives in Te Whanganui-a-Tara. They are takatāpui and study acting at Toi Whakaari: NZ Drama School. They love to write poetry, dress up, go to the Vinnies, and dance around their room.