The fragility of the nest
is
the security of the nest.
We hanker for a home.
Not
the solidity,
the false security
of the sarcophagus.
A home to leave and return to.
To remain a home
when the wind blows it away.
Not
the permanence of the coffin.
Unleft and unimagined.
No holes to breathe through.
Big Ape Diary 
This is exquisite, Brian. It feels like a gift. Thank you.
It arrived as a gift too. From the nourishment born from the suckling on thoughtful dialogue.