We type and the sea replies in pages and images, In maps that curve like tides, in suggestions that tug at curiosity. Sometimes it gives us the codified old — salted, familiar, Sometimes a flash of neon schooling across the screen, startling and bright.

More fish, please — and as the tide brings in new wonders, May we learn to read the waves with kinder hands, To honor every flicker that answers our call, And to leave room for tomorrow's shoals to come.

Bring us the strange schools and the simple ones: The luminous, the humble, the sharp and the plain. Let the ocean teach us how to hold surprise, How to feast without emptying the water.