the train lost speed
and just plain stopped
everyone
got off and stood
staring at the tracks

mother cow
jumps over the old man
in the moon
milk spills everywhere
luna-tics start spraying silver bullets

deep in the forest
things settle into a snooze
while urban women
blare a new kind of music
you’ve got to hear it…

I can’t explain it
you just have to be here
dance and move
to a new formed rhythm
with a universal beat

Can’t
dream it nor stream it
must be in real time,
Right now, right now
let a new world sing

Clickety clack
the train picks up the beat
just like that
the train
is back on track.

GEnie Nakano
9/26/15

I wrote this poem years ago (9-26-15) coming out of the doldrums and slight depression. I edited it “just a little” to complement the way I feel today. I’m coming out of sadness and back on track.