You Never Know

Lying under a leafy canopy

dozing in the clement

Listening to the drone

of planes as they pass

going who knows where

Ferrying the unknown

though, maybe there’s one

that I’ve come across

but I’ll never know

unless disaster happens

and the name appears

in the roll call of deceased

I might shed a teardrop

or just feel sorrowful.

Although I’ll never know

if they were on one

of these planes,

that flew above me

this languid afternoon

while I fantasised

and wrote this poem

in my head whilst

lying beneath the cherry tree

Poems - June Sciortino