after Pablo Neruda
by Tom Nutting I like for you to be still: it is as though you are here close now we stop touching your sky with kerosene cross-hatch packages of freedom, and it sounds like you speak in birdsong we had forgotten in our parks — our daily dose of clean air — who knew the city could be so clear? It seems as though you’ve returned, my soul, to the spaces we reserved for you. You are like the word: wild. I like for you to be still here and it seems as though you are rejoicing: dolphins crystal Venetian canals, elephants tea garden in Yunnan and goats wander Llandudno town centre. We laugh at the new kids in the playground to hide our terror at ‘Nature reclaims!’ -- let us come out and play your return through the night, lasting like Attenborough behind electric screens always (t)here: I like for you to be as close as my remote. I like for you to be still: it is as though you are with that plastic bag choking your whalesong. But one viral video, then, one graph in Nature, is enough. And I’m happy; happy that it’s not true. Tom Nutting (he/they) is a writer from Bristol, UK. He is a practising psychiatrist but also has an MA in English Literature. His work focusses on mental health and medical humanities, on gender and queerness, and on nature and climate. He is currently working on his first collection of poetry and short stories.
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