You're at peace again. br You smell her musk br and sweat br on your skin again. br You know what Bach means br in his composition br 'the Joy Of Man's Desiring, ” br if you didn't you br would check out, br you wouldn’t bother br again to estimate br the weight of a moth br forcing down br a Bird of Paradise br petal, that’s for sure. br br The bottom of the sea br is cruel, wrote Hart Crane. br And by that he meant br there is a complexity br of human personality br in which the value br of human personality br is reduced br to a form br of ruined or unreal br idealizations. br And down you go. br br Yet, the lightning br is a yellow fork br from tables br in the sky, br believed Emily Dickinson. br You never considered br this poem before, br and you only br think of it now, br because you see br how closely br we can compare br our everyday lives br to nature, since br it took only br a fork br falling off a table br to call it lightning.