I wrote this poem when a group of friends and I were working in a food forest together. We slept in what we called “The Big Bed”, usually four of us together but at times we were six. Every night when we settled in for sleep, we individually spent at least 5 minutes arranging our pillows and blankets. As I was hilariously watching my neighbors arranging their sleep-space, I was catapulted to an alternate dimension where I could see small animals preparing their nest and I could see such similarity in our ‘bed prep’. I laughed and told my neighbor, Kush, “are you making yourself a nest?”

That moment sparked an idea within me. I wrote this poem the next day.

‘The Big Bed’ and its occupants… From the lefthand side, I’m the third one in line.

the Art of Nesting

i’ve curiously observed animals

setting themselves up for snuggles

finding a place to lie, gathering supplies

recollecting old lullabies


first, a comprehensive look is taken at the place of rest

the length, the depth, and the comfiness is assessed

then, a Great Gathering takes place

essential creativity in setting up this microspace


the basics, the classics; fabrics and blankets

pillows and fellows; inconspicuous banjos

secret stashes of snacks rescuing insomniacs

well out of sight for the soon-to-be amnesiacs


massaging pillows, getting the right consistency

arranging everything to be all warm and fuzzy

the lucky ones with a partner

get to solve the puzzle of their limbs together


so such is the Art of Nesting

its adepts perform it with playful undertaking

if ever you find yourself engages, about to commit

remember to relish every single moment of it.

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