The Swimmer

In memory of Faron Hall (1964-2014)

The swimmer is gasping for shore
He has no more to say

Don’t chase him back under the bridge
Forgive his mistake

He saved those he could—
If you can, then you should. Carry on

By the banks of the river we belong

You are not alone. The world is your home
Everywhere you go, you’ll always ring clear to me

This current’s so desperate to feed
On our emptiness

Shopping carts running aground
In the muddy depths

Stung by the heat of our failure
Sink into place

The swimmer is swimming away

You are not alone. The world is your home
Everywhere you go, you’ll always ring clear to me