you’ve been holding
on too long
pour it on, we need rain
for our droughtful minds

picking, poking
on myself
I’m all right
and so is he
not a Buddha yet

look in the mirror
add a little crème and color
to hell with it old gal—
let your wrinkles smile
let it go, let me be me

there’s more
to let out of this cage
the zebra goes first
then others follow—
some crawl, swim, some even fly

a blinkin’ wink
for a merry old sun
as clouds drift out of mind
a rainbow arcs
across a Monet sky

take a break for care
have some gingered tea
then back to the cushion
make nonsense out of sense
let it go…

genie nakanoGenie Nakano is widely published in journals, and her recent books, Enter the Stream and Storyteller are available on Amazon. She teaches gentle yoga and tanka at the Japanese Cultural Center in Gardena. Genie can be reached by email.

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