Bonta's "Peak" plays with the idea of a summit, the high point we usually imagine reaching by climbing. Here the peak isn't somewhere far away. It "comes to us at home," which suggests that the highest moment might be something ordinary and close by. The poem then moves through a series of surprising comparisons: the peak as a home we slowly learn to know with age, as our own body, and then, more sharply, as the start of a war against the office.
That last turn gives the poem its quiet humor. The speaker seems to be pushing back against work and the pressure to achieve, and the "war" sounds gentle rather than angry. The poem ends on "a little sit," a tiny, almost comic image of rest. The mood is calm, wry, and a bit rebellious. The speaker seems to find fulfilment not in ambition but in being still, in a body and a home that are already enough.