The family sets up camp at Newnes
In the lengthening shadows of glowing cliff-face
While bigger boys kick footballs, girls ride bikes,
And adults pull out beanies and pullovers
Starting little steamy fires that breathe smoke across the damp grass.
Meanwhile Miro practices being Two
Tripping over everything, and frequenting stormy tantrums
Where nounous come flying at Matai's head
Or dirty footsteps appear on his chair.
In the middle of it all, Matai sits like a Magi
And cools the chaos.