Today's prompt says, "Every time and place and culture has its myths and legends..." I was going to write a poem based on the story of how Frog Mountain in the Slocan Valley back home came to be, according to the mythology of the Sinixt First Nations people, but I am hesitant, for it is a creation myth and creation myths are so very important to the people whose myths they are. It is going to take more than a day to get it right, if that's even possible.
So instead, here is a short poem about a certain tall rock that stands in the Kootenay River.
Trickster
Magic
On
the old road
beside
the Kootenay River
where
black tree lichen
creeps
down lodgepole pines,
I
hear coyotes.
One
starts and the rest join in,
triumphant,
dreadful baying.
Up to its knees in river,
Coyote
Rock stands guard,
waits
for the right time
to
welcome back
the
anadromous salmon.
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