When my walking trails take me alongside the river, I often look at these weathered wooden remnants standing upright in the water and wonder what they are.

They’ve been there for as long as I can remember.

In the summer, the ducks and geese often gather at this spot to swim around these wooden objects, as if they were pylons in an obstacle course.

“In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists.”

Jhumpa Lahiri