Today is Tomorrow
I remember this from before,
a sudden plane hoovering up the sky
more energy than a wasp
its direction is its excuse –
a new war somewhere.
I stand on the fresh autumn grass
as the thrumming plane disappears
thrusting into space,
bashing up the air like mashed potato
making even the sky seem vulgar
as it hurries away to kill somebody.
I stay in the garden and search the sky.
An apple falls.
The windfall apple is as warm as a person in my hand.
A slow pulsing life.
I kiss it and take it back into the house.
Pat Jourdan is an artist from Liverpool. She has published seven collections of poetry, six story collections and five novels. With stories poetry and literary criticism widely published, she has won several awards and held many exhibitions. Her latest book is Ultramarine.