The other day while walking in my quiet Sellwood neighborhood in southeast Portland, I came across a small section of Chrystal Springs Creek.
A part of the Johnson Creek Watershed, a sign called it a salmon resting place. The creek was once channeled through a culvert under an apartment building. The water flowed too quickly for the young salmon who needed to use this waterway.
Restored in 2012 to its natural state, it is now a lovely piece of wilderness tucked in among houses and lawns. This bit of natural hope lifted my spirits on a particularly difficult day.
This made my think of my poet comrade Tania Pryputniewicz, also dealing with family issues. In her blog Feral Mom, Feral Writer, she sent me a poetry challenge while I was in Italy. Now we are trying to continue these challenges, hoping they will help us find our own resting place, to keep poetry flowing despite the day-to-day concerns that seem to bog down our lives.
So, Tania, here is your challenge: write a poem about a resting place. When you give me yours, I'll respond in turn.