She wants to restore the ruined byre
to how it was, old dry stone walls
four square facing out to sea
a summer shelter from south westerlies.
He wants to extend the shape
into a semi circle, making it look different.
And it is this difference lumps her throat;
how he must always be different
when sameness can restore a symmetry,
how crofts and sheilings here all stand
square on to states of gales and storms,
how often half circles are his answer
when hers would favour squares.