Then to go there in the dusky
heavy air of that place yet always
carrying in the shielding

Aware of all this mutability, I ask what does not change:
The longing of the heart to know is what I find myself saying.

Going among the harsh hollows of the water,
The skiff navigates between the crests
And almost is swamped by them. The rower pulls

You call out again to announce your arrival:
As before, there is no answer.
You stand up, look around, find the kitchen.