Editor's Note: This piece was created during a Citizen-inspired writing session at this summer's Shade exhibit at the Clyfford Still and Denver Art Museums.
By Michael Sindler
I will not be washed away.
I will not be broken.
There is no wind strong enough,
nor can all the water in the ocean
take away the memory and life
of this, my crescent jewel.
Anyone who bets against me
is nothing but a fool.
Cultures blend in this delta
and flow outward like the water
to fertilize the entire globe
from this, my maze-like quarters.
The music beating in my veins
that trumpets through the streets
is stronger than mere rains and tides-
with it's triumphant beat
my wards full of survivors
will patch me back together.
I'm the Spirit of New Orleans
and there's nothing I can't weather.