One September night
We took off running,
Leaving behind what we had been doing,
Casting aside all thought of what we should do.
We heard about the parade and,
With the wildness of deep youth,
We ran for it.
Laughing, cutting corners,
We dodged through the crowd
As if it existed for our sport.
It never occurred to us
That we could lose each other-
That we could be separated or get lost.
We were of one will –
We could feel that
All the way down.
That was yesterday
At the parade.