A fin, a flap, a froth of waves

A fin, a flap, a  froth of wavesThe breaker rises, then it cavesThe boat will sink and so will INo one around to hear my cryFood flakes afloat, the flick of tailsI pray for wind to fill my sailsI pray that I may stay the courseAnd ride the wave, or maybe forceMy way deep down under the tide  So I may flee, so I may hideIn Jaffa bay, or in TarshishAnd not be swallowed by a fish

This is a mixed-media painting with a few collaged pieces
which I finished off with acrylic paint.I cannot even tell you what it means to me, it is quite nonsensical, which I find freeing.Just because!