We are walking down the street holding hands.
There is a playground at the end of the block,
and I run to the swings and I climb on
and Henry takes the one next to me
facing the opposite direction.
And we swing higher and higher passing each other,
sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other
so fast that it seems we are going to collide.
And we laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad,
no one can be lost or dead or far away.
Right now we are here
and nothing can mar our perfection or
steal the joy of this perfect moment