The Mussel Farm

The mussel farm was usual enough; 

it had buoys tied together with seaweed-covered ropes 

and fishing boats in the distance.

My brother, Uncle, Mum and I did what fishermen do - 

flung our lines in and waited for a kahawai or a snapper, 

winding up and getting the occasional

phantom, pulling up a shark and a starfish that 

clung onto my hook.

Doing nothing important.