Where fishermen cast their nets in the hope of rich reward
is a place not too far from our own shore called invisible shore.
God denotes to the trained eye a change in depth or of saline density.
But to our own, it’s difficult to tell that anything has changed at all.
Currents swirling and the swell rolling and the waves lapping at the sides of the boat tell little.
Well, we could be anywhere in Gods own sea twenty or so miles from land. But then a knock at the place where
there should only be sea water green deep and dark. At the bottom of the boat. Knock. Knock.
The Skipper smiles while telling the crew to keep their eyes open wide and then it happens.
We are lifted clear of the water by 20 or thirty feet and where there was sea below us in now rock sand and gravel and we are perched atop some previously underwater rock. This new land spreads out for perhaps two hundred meters around us
And all about us are shoals of landed fish. The sun shines brightly against the barnacles on the rocks glistening and sparkling. A fish flips over. A paradise just waiting to be found.
Image courtesy Andrew Watkins ©2016
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 