...when the still sea conspires an armor
and her sullen and aborted currents breed tiny monsters
true sailing is dead
awkward instant
when the first animal is jettisoned
legs furious pumping
their stiff green gallop
heads poised
in mute nostril agony
carefully refined
and sealed over...
This was the song that played thru my head this morning. I'm not sure I got the lyrics right, but this definitely is the mood I'm in. (I think possibly we are the horses...)