23 MARCH 1991, Page 40

The Shepherd's Hut

So there need not be a reason for this And neither did it ask for language, But I am led by something through the grass To where it stands by a gap in the hedge.

It could not have been the same if I'd come In another time, but the shepherd's hut Is particular to me now, now it Wears the dew on its scabby rust. I came Not for a reason but for what its wheels Rolled over in a place where different Folk saw smoke fray from its chimney, its walls As corrugated as the puzzlement On my forehead. Why it's here I don't know Any more, if I ever did. Too far Away, I turn and walk back to the car, Wondering what to do or where to go.

Ian Caws