He ploughs the surface of the fertile sea, br lays nets and traps, pays out the line, br weaves his wide web beneath the glittering waves, br circles methodically. br br I, perched below the corrugated cliff, br follow with my lens – his mundane chore br my glib imagery; dark silhouette br against the luminosity. br br And as I catch his image, I'm aware br He does not care what picture br his lone boat presents to me, br as he seeds the sparkling surface br of the fertile sea.