my brain seems to be on strike. here's something written from an image in an old poem. no, I don't know what it means, Dawn

Water on the brain
swells my thoughts
into rolling waves that crash
against the shore of sleep, and I float
belly up, through dreams populated by
cannibalistic islanders with Zombie eyes
and designer flip flops.

Now I am Jonah,
jolted, jostling about inside
this whale of a life that spat
me out precisely when I had collected
the courage to sail, heeding distant call,
trusting resonant tones of oceanic grace
and a sailor’s instinct.

After the flood,
I lift my eyes to find my faith
and an iridescent rainbow stretched
farther than imagination. God’s olive branch
comes not in the storm’s absence, but is revealed
in the fluttering wings of a fragile faith
buoyed by life’s sea.