1 OCTOBER 1994, Page 42

For You, Ruth

When I am I only as you recall me to your mind where else I may not be more than a name on stone a paper scrawl leaving lost things my only legacy when when is then and then you think of me sleeping for good where night and never sprawl open a dream a crack and you will see how quick I come if I can come at all and if and where and when are now and here I shall be up that instant from the shade finding a track that will not fade from view racing along to be a man remade blinking bright light away outstripping fear and coming to see you and only you.

Matthew Mead