
Dancing in the night
Dancing in the dark
Dancing in the day
Dancing in the light
My mother told me when I was three
Firebird by Stravinsky was my song
with arms spread out in wings
spinning round and round and round
I danced
until I fell to the ground
drunk with dizziness
so I've danced all my
life
a religion that keeps me growing going
all stopped
when I inherited Mom's disease
it sunk into my joints
ate away my bones,
sockets,fingers and knees
no more walking straight ahead
screaming at the world
tapping with my cane
healers took my money...
"just take this potion
take this herb
this needle through your hips and knees
don't trust doctors, just believe
you'll be fine again"
my husband sees
but doesn't believe
we fight, I scream, we fight
no never, I won't give up
that is ...
until I see his tears
please believe in doctors please
he says
I will I do I am
with two hip replacements
and western medicine
a yogini I dance again
no more gran jetes,
or drop down splits
yet still I move and dance
to salsa rhythms
as serotonin flows into my blood
75 ain't so bad
as I journey inwards
writing is my new love
deeper and deeper we share our words
maybe you and I can dance our poems
here’s my poem to you …
dance with me
our words, our voices
will be the musics
speak them loud and clear
press into each other
around into each other
just a thought
just a daydream
maybe
maybe not
just a chance
why not
Genie Nakano, 1 22 23 10:23 AM
a tanka:
come dance with me
in the morning light
this is your only chance
the wind is at our heels
let’s leap above the gusts
genie nakano

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