this nest is never

how it is an exercise
in slow movement:
transporting the 3/4-waterfilled buckets
in the rattly  cart
over the bumps and down the declines
to bring the garden
some rain
the glow of the solar light jar lids
radiating out the sun energy they collected by day
and the endless experiments/variations
on how to fill them/use them
all the ouches from brushing hair
for the first time in perhaps ten days
this nest is never (even after brushed)
something someone can run their hands through