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