You were born a Tiger.
It is reflected
in your piercing, noble eyes.
Your hair streams
shades of fire:
orange and gold, flashes
of silver.
Your muscles move
with lightning power,
graceful Dancer,
killing my heart.
Love
I am the Monkey,
born in a different year.
Chatterer, comic, pulling
your tail
or ear.
Always jumping
astride your lithe back.
Always
calling:
Please.
Take this Chance!
Remember Noble Hanuman,
who, in the jungles
of steaming India,
led an army
for Blessed Rama.
Who saved Sita,
Rama’s holy wife.
And when he was reminded
of his Hidden Powers
by the King of the Bears,
Hanuman
began
to remember
How to fly!