Inner-Nest
by Odin Roark

Laced with greens of life
Browns of acquiescence
Remnants past gather
Lightness of feather-floats

Risk blooms
Chance affords
New life reveals
Light of another kind

Such is the gathering
A journey to find security
Hopefully high above the chaos
Whether of mind
Heart
Or physical reality

So tenuous we build
Like our ancestral evolution
We hesitate to think permanence
Nests providing but temporary solace
From nature’s unpredictability
Wrath its attention-getter

But

We hesitate not
Taking flight
Searching one’s complement
Even mating with self at times
Loneliness begets
Family begets
Numbers beget…
More numbers

Until

Look up
Evolution remains soaring
Holding true as updrafts of momentary safety
Ready tomorrow’s adventure
Even as threats abound
Warmth’s distant hope reaching
Perhaps not yet in sight

Which to chance?

The nest knows well what it is
It waits to be built
To be revisited
To transcend avoidance

For truth be told
One’s nest is but extension
One’s custom fashioned womb
Once removed perhaps
But never mistaken for emptiness
Self-abandonment assures