Wading in Shallow Water

Go ahead and wade in the water, child.No one is watching and the temperature is fine.

I saw you standing there last summer,a crooked smile in your eye and a ragingfire deep in your swollen belly.

You dipped your big toe in,then quickly took it out likea one-man Hokey Pokey.

This water ain't deep as the pool pepperedwith floating bodies near the bayou.It ripples and sways to its own beat,singing a slow song perfect for tired feet.

Go ahead and wade in the water, child.Remove those chains and be free.