Nets

The poet imagines fishermen nets to be a  gossamer web that traps the beauty of clouds. It also becomes symbolic of the ephemeral cycle of life and death.

I associated them with terraced houses
to protect from the gaze of passers-by,
or suburban semis
occupied by those who had moved on
taking the old tradition with them.
I did not expect to find them
hanging on the beach.
No fishermen’s nets these,
but the finest gossamer
like a spider’s web
trapping
the beach life in a mist
like fallen clouds,
shrouding it
in life
and death.