The legend of the blue monkey

[Guest guest]

The fragile blue monkey on your head often runs away.

No wonder the monkey goes mad and disappears for three days every

month with the moon.

 

For any blue monkey in love with That,

it's always these invisible days.

 

The monkey lost the thread of the story he was telling.

now his pink elephant roams her dream of Hindustan again.

Narrative, poetics, destroyed the blue monkey,

a dissolving, a return.

 

Friend, I've shrunk to a hair trying to say your story.

Would you tell the story of that blue monkey?

I've made up so many love stories

Now I feel fictional.

 

(adapted from a Rumi poem based on a Coleman Barks interpretation)