Poetry

The Swimmer

Oh, how he had

fallen off the boat

years before

into that vast

sea of chaos

miles and miles

from the shore.

Sink or swim

don’t they say?

Well he chose

to swim and swam

and swam until

the sea which

would swallow him

now buoyed him

and so became

his very element

and when he saw

the boat once more

he scorned those

who’d stayed aboard

for they were not free

and thus he swims on

and on towards infinity.

 

~ Ian Fletcher

Cardiff, South Wales

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