Tuesday, September 11, 2012
What I caught in my net
Walking on borrowed land, I follow a line, punctuated by yellow markers. It shows me the way.
Past pitted rocks with cavities full of darkness..
and sprouting seaweed, partially truncated and temporarily stranded.
A delicate lettuce green and opaque burgundy rest delicately in quietude.
And I gather small treasures - some with shell lined pockets, others with ridges tinged darkly with the colour of the depths, a variegated feather and patterned sticks with such regular indentations that I count and measure the details and search for the secrets held within its molecules.