Sun Flower

photo Sun Flowers: Raphael photographer
Sun Flowers
my mother was a painter, my father a poet, I danced into life...

I have 
a painting in the kitchen
unsigned, undated,
said to be my mother's

the flowers 
are big   bold   free
unlike her style
yet Auntie says...
"for sure, it's your mother's"

I stare
into their bright yellowness
Four   Bright   Suns
in a blue vase
makes me smile

I was twelve
when Mom left Dad and I
a young poet-man
lured her far away
1960--a brave choice back then

before she died
she told me she regretted
her decision...
the sun flowers tell
a different story

Genie Nakano, December 2, 2019

Meditation#7 Humbling Down

Photo: Genie Nakano, 5/6/20
I watched an ant
the mountains bottom
it started to run
half its legs on the ground
in an alternating tripod gait
with quantum steps
my eyes followed
mind took me to the summit
there I wanted to be
but wind
blew me away
down the other side

breathing in      breathing out
I follow my breath
on a lavender path
where I can see
below above and around

breathing in     breathing out
ants are tickling my feet
carrying morsels
flowers and thyme
I can hear their feet
as I hear them say
"we bring food to the colony
an afterthought party will follow"
am I invited
"yes, if you help out"
so, I follow them
back to the bottom
the sugar is in my pocket

I've humbled down
knowing the other side
breathing in     breathing out
breathing in     breathing out
Genie Nakano

Ride (Revised)

This is a one act scene written for a Zoom acting class I am taking on line. This is new for me. However, since I'm at home quarantined -- why not try something different. 
The characters are an elderly couple quarantined during the pandemic. I am revising as I go along and this is my 1st revision. I added more dialog. If anyone read the first attempt, please tell me what you think. Please feel free to give suggestions.

 Revised—Ride. May 4th, 2020)
Ride---by: Genie Nakano, (520 words, April 29, 2020) 

Husband:  I’m going to take Toru for a ride in the “41, Chevy. I’ll be back  in an hour.
Wife: What you’re going to sit in a car with him?
Husband: He likes vintage cars and I wanted to show him the ‘41.
Wife:  But you don’t know him very well.
Husband:  What, he’s a nice guy and he’s married to Mariko the secretary at the temple. He’s neat, tidy and safe.
Wife:  But he’s young. He may be a carrier.
Husband:  He’s 47!!
Wife: That’s young for us--our daughters age. You’re crazy!  Putting yourself at risk. You only have one lung.
Husband: You always exaggerate. I hate that about you. You should have been an actress. I have two lungs and one is compensated by the car accident.  And what about you-- you talk to Rosie every day.
Wife:  Yes, but we’re outside and walking at least 10 feet away from each other. We're not in a fucking car breathing in the same cramped-up air.  Derek, our doctor son, told you if you get on a ventilator you are dead. I’m going to call Derek.
Husband:  No, no you don’t. He’s on the front lines right now, no sleep, exhausted--he doesn’t need any more stress.
Wife: Can’t you just follow the rules for once. Why be so reckless and selfish.
Husband: You’re the one who’s being selfish. Do you have to tell the whole Japanese community our business?
Wife:  Everyone is trying to help you out. My brother is working overtime just to keep us safe. And for what? He doesn’t even get to sleep with his wife because he wants to protect her because HE cares about her.
Husband: Oh no, here we go again. I care about you—I care about you!  Christ what do you think I’m stupid. I always wear a mask, wash my hands and…
Wife: You might as well go back to work!! You just think this is a vacation.  WE ARE QUARANTINED!!
Husband:  I don’t want to hear this! I’m getting out of here.
Wife:  Well, then go, go. I hope you die. And I hope I live. And I hope I find a younger man who doesn’t think cooking and gardening is for sissies, a man who likes to go grocery shopping with his wife and likes to smell roses. A man who can meditate  and stay home for a day or two. What’s the matter are you afraid of yourself?
Husband: I’m leaving.   And I’m not going to die.
(He slams the door. Gets into his vintage car starts it up--it rattles profusely.)
Wife: (talking to herself in the house) I hate you. I hate you and when this pandemic is over, I’m leaving you.
Wife’s emotions range from anger, frustration, fear, sorrow, anger,*!??!!
Silence…10-15 minute passes…then…Husband returns.
Husband:  Come on let’s go for a ride.
Wife:( her back faces husband). No, I’m not going to ride with Toru and you.
Husband: (puts his hands on her shoulders)
No, just you and me.

Black out.



Quarantine Daydreams

Photo: Genie Nakano, Greece 2015

in the afternoon
the birds are belting out songs
did they always sing so loud?
even New Delhi's skies
have a clear blue look
this is what happens
in quarantine...

an afternoon fantasy
starts to bubble
where we go back in time
five years is enough
then we all know what we should do
prepare the earth, clean it out
vote Bernie and Liz
so, the congress can progress
and banks give out
a thousand dollars a month
to everyone

then people willingly
give up their guns
all cows become sacred
pigs forbidden to eat
everyone grows
a victory garden
styles start to change
to comfortable 
barefoot and natural
colors start to pop

from our gardens
we catch the fruit as it falls
sweet and ready to eat
squeeze the juice
plant new seeds
unroll the day
and harvest the sun
genie nakano, April 27, 2020

further farther beyond

Photo of Elizabeth my niece: by Genie Nakano, 1/3/20
Further, Farther and Beyond            

bright eyes
lashes fluttering into mine
time to play
she says-- wake up
no, you cannot sleep
on puffy pillows
 we pretend to eat a feast
savory  and sweet
calorie free for me
eat it all and then
plastic fruit
knives, forks and spoons
dish up
colorful make believes
everything smells tasty
we’re on
and over everything
make it up
as we go along
I’m 72 she’s four
no matter
I can’t climb a tree nor run
together we go
further farther
and beyond
Genie Nakano, January 3, 2019

Soshite (Complete)

I am writing because the blog lost the last five stanzas--sorry...

Cold outside
fingers cramp and freeze
my age
is showing 
like a fallen slip

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

I will wear a hoodie of youth
red riding hood

keep me young
my mind
is always changing
indecision keeps 
me growing

I like it that way
which way do I turn
I'm not sure

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

the stale air out
backbend and open your heart

forward bend
go out of your head

on your feet
open the window shades
look   see   listen
next moment
tell me more
Photo: Genie Nakano
a Mural in El Segundo, artist ?

Gentle Yoga #4 Our Hands-Healing Mudras

A short Haibun below the video–“Guardian” which explains how these mudras worked to heal my Rheumatoid arthritis.

Genie Nakano, Ardha Chandra Mudra

Gentle Yoga exercises and Mudras “Mohiniattam” for hands. Keep your hands supple, soft and strong.

In 2012, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis. My hands were starting to be deformed. This is part of a haibun I wrote. I had a dream that told me to use these mudras to heal my RA. Here is a excerpt of the haibun:

The Guardians…..

Suddenly this week–11 years after his passing–my father is visiting my dreams. He doesn’t answer my question about afterlife. But in his usual black beret, he takes me to a house with a massive front yard–acres big. It needs watering–and together we decide it needs more trees.

Dad says in my dream
your therapy

The next day I see acupuncturist #6 for the pain in my fingers. Looks like Rheumatoid Arthritis. I go home, sleep for 16 hour and dream.

I dream about my Mohiniattam dance teacher. She is sitting on a lotus doing the 24 “Mudras” of Mohiniatam. Dad walks into the “after party” with my cousin. The look happy, glowing and laughing as they walk. He looks at me and smiles.

The next day I go over the mudras neglected for years–yet my fingers remember.

my hands and fingers
open to mudras
memorized by heart

I did the mudras everyday and my hands healed. And as you can see they look normal.

Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at presents: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession.

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