Soon the little hut could not hold me
It did not try
One day when I ran
I saw, without turning back
It crumble behind me
And merge into the higgledy pile of the forest floor
And then when
At the edge of a sharp drop into a different terrain
I looked around
I thought I saw it in flame
Though it could have been only the flare of the low sun through the trees
I didn't care
Fear or time compelled me
Chased me into the blue
Where clumps and thickets of whin glowed with a live intensity
As though the fire were within them