Is it safe to come out of the house, our nook?

This has been our cave, our cavern, and inner and outer space.
Do we even recall how to make a grand entrance with grace?
Do we know how grateful we should be for miso soup?

When into the greater sanctuary of the world, we leap
Where there is plenty of room to swing a rope.
Later, do we intuit we might become those on lockdown once again?
We’ve always acceded to the rules wherever we go and yet…..

Once a woman walked out of the shell of her former abode,
When she opened the door, she was swallowed up.
Mudslides, the very thing that swallowed her up and did her in,
Not even Jack, her husband could bring her back.