Wow…talk about a Moonlight Drive…..
The Horse Latitudes are the equatorial reaches where only ocean, sky, and desert obtain; where legend says becalmed Spanish sailors put their horses overboard as the cisterns ran dry. Places of element, and reckoning.
"When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over"
–JDM