Now That I Live Among the Baboons
Now that I live among the baboons,
a black river divides days from days. It floats away
what I have failed to do.
The black river mocks my housekeeping. Hooligan baboons
leap crocodile to log.
They swipe the ripest fruit along the bank. Often they pelt me
with seeds and husks.
The river doesn’t remember my father. The dreams it carries
And yet I discover,
as it flows past baboons on its prodigal way home,
that this living river travels freighted with stars.
Penelope Scambly Schott's most recent books are BAILING THE RIVER and SERPENT LOVE: A MOTHER-DAUGHTER EPIC. Forthcoming is HOUSE OF THE CARDAMOM SEED.