THIS POEM JUST GOT ACCEPTED FOR PUBLICATION IN TOKYO POETRY JOURNAL, set for publication in January 2018.
My reading was recorded at Jackson’s Garage, with Hirokazu Suyama Jackson on drums, Yuuichiro Ishii on guitar and Hiroshi Tokieda on bass.
I was just there in San Francisco for the performance of the theater piece I wrote, “NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA: Meditation on an Under-Reported Catastrophe by a Poet.”
And so San Francisco is on my mind.
These memories feel as vivid as ever.
They’re about young motherhood some time back, but I wrote this poem recently.
The feelings remain the same, eternal:
ode to the stroller
a poem by Yuri Kageyama
we zip weightless like silent angels
up and down San Francisco hills
running on the mother of all energy
greener than solar
rolling rolling rolling
cream acid rock ‘n’ rolling
lightning dazzling wheels
teethers jangling dangling dancing
going mad on strangle-free rubbery ribbons
up and down the Avenues
J-town, Clement Street
Golden Gate Park
Museum of Modern Art
we are singing:
“Ouma no oyako wa nakayoshi koyoshi
itsudemo issho ni pokkuri pokkuri aruku”
perfume wind in our hair
springing over potholes
not even stopping just for breast feeds
connected as one through this magical machine
the Lamborghini of strollers
the Gundam of strollers
the little train that could of strollers
up up up into the joyous clouds
down slurping slopes
around swervacious curves
we are one
yes, we are one
tied in the past with our
even in death
in our dreams
photo of San Francisco Sunset District 2017.