I am writing because the blog lost the last five stanzas--sorry...
Soshite
Cold outside
fingers cramp and freeze
my age
is showing
like a fallen slip
so...
slap on the blush
gloss the lips
piggy bank more time
I'm not ready for elderhood
my heart
is still a child
my body
is merely
disobedient
so...
I will wear a hoodie of youth
keep
red riding hood
Riding
insecurities
keep me young
my mind
is always changing
indecision keeps
me growing
I like it that way
which way do I turn
Right
Left
I'm not sure
So...
let's keep going
straight ahead
follow the coyotes walking
in the middle of our streets
now we've banked time
yellow lights turn to green
uncross your fingers
uncross your legs
the clock is ticking to our pulse
breathe
inhale-exhale
squeeze
the stale air out
backbend and open your heart
So...
forward bend
balance
go out of your head
savasana
on your feet
open the window shades
look see listen
next moment
tell me more
12/19/19
Photo: Genie Nakano
a Mural in El Segundo, artist ?
I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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