Waitemata, harbour of my heart,
the lights of Tamaki Makaurau are glistening on your surface.
Pools of light & oily blackness calling me.
I want to throw myself into your cool waters.
Wash off the busyness of my head.
Stretch my limbs and swim to the other side.
The port lights flickering red, yellow & white.
The city towers blink.
I can hear distant sirens wail & closer the slick tension of rubber & road.
I have two supermarket bags to unpack and a home to go to.