A flash of boats sprouts across ocean fields.
Sailors might take root
But what of the seahorses?
Hoofless seahorses graze on green pearls.
Riding atop sea horses, the divers jump
high walls of confinement.
If a seahorse could only find a foothold
on the full, hot back of the subaquatic mare of fire
flares would jump around like newborn colts!
But, before the drowning sailors’ desperate eyes,
brief seahorses inch along, mingled with many fish.
It is the whale-jaw, which is full of flames and god.
Later, much later, seahorses would come to beg for graced food from dead sailors.
A final question, though:
What of the hoofless seahorses
On these stony ocean fields?