More than once have I hit that basic level.
Featureless the desert that stretches out.

You don't phone a friend or catch a train
no sudden idea springs up to change things.
You come to know the animal genius
one step after another... one step...

Waste no energy shaking your fist
at heaven, at your unfair lot.
Nor twist your gut in agonies of blame
of shame and regret. Concentrate... one step.
Keep on, love, you are playing your part
the stone in a fruit swallowed whole.