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.