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Your title anchors the poem. (I looked it up. I think you're in the Tasmanian reef water) But then you pull up anchor and begin to move through air and on land.
The first stanza is quintessential mindfulness in a way only poetry can reveal, imo.
Stanzas 2 and 3 seem to slip from water to a dream/vision of sky (albatross) and land (horses).
Two images struck me:
Anything can happen. Land is lost.
Mutter and moan, the sea is open-mouthed,
It sparked in me a glimpse of all the rivers of earth opening their mouths to the sea. What a beautiful sight!
and this:
The horses! Here they come! The mind is altered
by angels breaking reins in whelms of air,
The phrase “breaking reins” tugged at me. I didn't know what it meant. I looked it up and still can’t say for sure what it means, but in the process I came across a short video entitled
“Breaking Reins” and it colored your poem with meaning that may not relate to what you intended, but it sure feels right.
I absolutely love the last two (spaced) lines that find themselves rhyming even though they don't.
It is the way the poem moves that makes it so striking to me. Roger and Rick suggest you change the tense of the last line to future. Yet I see a fluid movement from future to present to past encapsulated in the last six lines that indicates a kind of wisdom attained through experience.
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