Once it’s gone, it won’t come back
Go to your fields
And go to your fen.
Go to your tiny
Patches of scrub.
Breathe the green
Whilst it lingers still.
Go to your trees
And breathe in their bark.
Feel the ground undulate
Free of concrete.
Look to the sky
Whilst it reaches still.
Go to your streams,
Your ponds and your rivers.
Listen clear with no
Hum of traffic.
Once it’s gone,
It won’t come back.
Anna Kirwin is a poet, writer and artist, living in London. Recent work has appeared in The Mechanics’ Institute Review and Fudoki. Her next collection will deal with language, thought and time.