What a peaceful dreamy night;
only crickets lullabright;
a breezy comfort rustling the Tree;
E. at last returned to me.
Such a perfume from waylaid wayside,
how on god’s green earth to describe it?
Though the reaper had just mown it,
it was alive, like Mother’d re-sewn it.
If I were to say one true statement
to sum up the post-fork feeling, it would be…
that the world finally felt put to rights…
and I relaxed, clairvoyant, seeing it.