Sonnet

by Malleus, Incus, Stapes!

We who see the sea, we seek to glean
From playful sunlight stomping in the surf
And weaving nets that penetrate the green
We seek the secrets hidden from dry earth
The cryptic land where dolphins go to play
The story of an octopus’s lair
The seabed’s scalp of sandy grit; the way
The seaweed flows and sways like mermaids’ hair
Far, far into the great aquamarine
Below the furthest fingers of the sun
Where weirder fish flex tentacles, unseen
The ocean shares her riddles with no one
We, who see the sea, we tried our best
But She, who is the sea, foiled our quest.