He who seeks

I was 20, or 21
working on a farm in the West Country
driving tractors to the cliff's edge
humping hay bales high in the back of the barn

I drove 100 miles
late on a midsummer evening
to see her, blonde and beaming
fragile

the priest came in and asked me
What did I do?
I worked on a farm
She scoffed

Why did I come here?
To see her, I said
I was more than welcome
he said

if I was seeking