There is nothing but silence. She is having her breakfast in the thatched and weaved sago construction, which serves as a kitchen. A similar adjoining structure houses her personal belongings and a mat for a bed. The floor of the building is covered with smooth pebbles collected from the seashore. The smoke rising from the fire in the centre of the hut creates a haze, slowly crawling up the walls, and then slipping out of the roof like a lazy snake into the early rays of daylight. The figure, so old and frail, sits in silence. Only her mind moves in and out of pictures that engulf her vision.
Parau, Mathilda, To Lean On, Kunapipi, 27(2), 2005.