Playing at the edge of the sea yesterday, late afternoon, after the storm. Golden kelp and green weed are carried up in the waves. Fishers stand on the wharf, angling for a catch.
My catch is beach treasure. I make a nest, or maybe a basket for it, and then a mask. Neptune maybe? Or Tangaroa, the Maori god of the sea? Whoever he is, he’s not smiling after a grey weekend of destruction.