I'm here
on this great American holiday-- 
Buddhist-- tho I am
so didn't make a ham
made bread and Passion Fruit jam
didn't mean to rhyme
just came out in time
to be silly and nonsensical
in this era of pandemonium
tell me--
will I be able to look back
laugh this day away
who is to say 
yet, I am here
watching robie robot 
do his dirty work
picking up the dog hairs and morsels on the floor
my virtual theatre class starts at four
9 smiling actors 
waiting to be discovered
now hiding undercover
in a state of doom
but here we act
in this room
maybe tomorrow I will get cast
if this elder is lucky to last
Oh yes,
 I've been thinking this way
reading all the stats
it's us elders who are cursed
I was looking forward to my time 
sitting upon a throne of wise-dome
do I have to worry 
my heart beats strong 
but my lungs have been abused
Newports, Salems, and Golden Kents
marijuana up in smoke
does that mean I'm dead
Only time will tell ya
better do my yoga 
Genie Nakano at 2:40 PM, Easter Sunday, April 12, 
(I'm a flower child through --  born May, 1948 "make love not war--PEACE)
Photo: Genie Nakano, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico–a ceiling mural

All I Can Do

Photo by Jessica Lewis on Pexels.com
This poem was written by my friend Aya Yuhki. She is currently the editor of "Tanka International", in Tokyo, Japan.

All I can do

when the winds
caress the door of fate,
I will open it for you.

a bare tree stands
with silver branches
stretched to the utmost,
I will gaze at the clouds with you.

at waters' edge
a reed stands almost broken
by winds,
I will be brown together with you.

for the sake of hungry birds,
in this winter brought by the cold waves
of global warming,
I put a feeder in my garden.

once born,
with one hundred percentage certainty
Death comes;
we will share the time on the earth.

to accept you,
to stand by you,
to give a little,
to share the time on the earth,
this is all I can do.
Aya Yuhki

Pandemic Fantasy, 2020

Photo: Genie Nakano, Pai, Thailand, about , 2013

        I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly.  So I decided to leave the world. I made a deal with my dreams. The deal was–pick one of my dreams and I could be there.

I chose the misted magical forest with a small stream running through it. This dream was special because it had a marvelous scent. Though my dreams are always in color most are not gifted with fragrance — this one was. As soon as I got there–I knew I made the right choice. I was in bliss the moment I opened my eyes.

There weren’t any people around so this made life easier — only me.  I walked around and thought about people. What I liked about them and also what I didn’t like. It started to become a comedy reel — seeing all our blunders in one big laugh. Well that didn’t last  long. Very quickly, the tears started falling. I couldn’t figure out why there are  so many killings, wars, poverty, and suffering.  And then this pandemic that was killing more and more people everyday. The plumber told me it was God’s will.  But is god that cruel? I wanted to say–Buddha wouldn’t do that. But I didn’t think of that until he left. Then my neighbor chimed in and said the pandemic was the Democrats fault. A cold wind started blowing hard — a good excuse to go inside, close the door and leave the world.

 It was twilight time and I started to miss people. So in this world of bliss, I decided to leave and return to L. A. Because of my age, I’m quarantined. But I think I’ll make life. I’m breathing pretty regularly. After all, I like humanity–people scurrying around doing things I don’t understand. I want to keep my heart in meditation mode–wide open. So in ten more breaths  — I surrender. 

count down
1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10
I am here–home.

Genie Nakano,   March, 2020


Corona – Conversations with my Consciousness

Photo Genie Nakano, Pai Thailand, circa 2013: “My Consciousness”
Every time my lover
Goes out the door 
I wonder
Will he come back 
Safe and sound,
with corona going around
Conscience says...
Don't worry
See the woman walking her dog outside
Join her in her walk
Your dogs are bored and listless
See the crow hopping on the tree
before a backdrop of blue sky and cotton candy clouds
And you,
Fearless yoga teacher
Canceled all classes did you not?
Now you know--
That's not the way to be.

listen to me--
I feel I'm doing my part
The White House, 
said to do this.

Conscience says...
But girl you're not white
When did you go with the sheep?

I don't know if I'm right
But I'm doing my part in practicing 
"social distancing"

Give me a week to think this over

Yesterday dancing in the street
Next day,
Our family restaurant shut down
Into a surreal world
Where vampires sweep the grocery stores
String beans strewn on the floors
All the shelves scraped clean
"Three minutes to closing time", I keep hearing
But don't you close at 12 PM and it's only 9 PM
Don't you know, we need to eat?

I hear in the air, through the lines, and in lines
We have a chance to make a better world

One that values life
Perhaps the teeter totter of our lives
Makes life more precious
I love my husband lover,
 like there is no tomorrow 
Yet, only yesterday
I was hollering--
Empty the trash, get organized.

So conscience,
I'm heading for an open nursery
to find roses to plant in the Spring
I hope I'm not too late
But first,
I'll take the dogs for a walk

Genie Nakano, March 17, 2020
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