A fin, a flap, a froth of waves

A fin, a flap, a  froth of waves

The breaker rises, then it caves

The boat will sink and so will I

No one around to hear my cry

Food flakes afloat, the flick of tails

I pray for wind to fill my sails

I pray that I may stay the course

And ride the wave, or maybe force

My way deep down under the tide  

So I may flee, so I may hide

In Jaffa bay, or in Tarshish

And 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!