Leaning over the sea wall.
Dropping a baited net
into the turquoise water.
Watching it as it falls
into the distant rock pools.

Here the hungry crabs wait
to be caught for the umpteenth
time. Held in a small world.
This they have learned to endure
for the taste of mackerel.

As the sun drops low and sets
we put away our nets
and climb down the concrete steps
to return the caught crabs
into the waiting sea.