Up and down the river’s rocks
The spirits stack small stone blocks
To mark the places they have been
Where the river flows, each nook and bend
Beware the place beyond the rocks
Where terror in the wild stalks
I went hiking recently and saw these stacks of stone up and down the river that ran parallel to the path. I assume they were the products of several industrious hikers, but I liked the idea of them being memorials to river spirits of some sort. Maybe that’s a bit of a fantastic idea, but at least it’s a little more interesting to imagine something fantastic is out in the world.