Intermission Sarah Brockhaus 11th Americas Regional RCE Meeting 3-5 October, 2022

1. Intermission
The second time the world is about to end
we wake up early and drive
to the corner. It is the first
time I see
daylight in a week.
Our heads are out the sunroof
and the cold stings in little kisses,
begs the tears to vein
down our faces. We are
alright, the sky laces through
our fingertips. We’ve never missed
the ocean, we were taught to say goodbye
young. Let’s be soberly in love,
the three of us.
Don’t close
your eyes yet. They’ll tell us
when. Now, we still get to breathe
without asking permission, without hiding.
The world bathes itself
in green like it has no idea. We’ve caught it.
It doesn’t have time to cover.