In South Louisiana, we live on a power point of our planet.
A place where water comes to be purified.
A place where 1,000-year-old cypress trees once grew.
A place where fish still come to spawn and birds to nest.
A place close to the Gulf of Mexico but where, as the old people used to say, sweet water could still be found that was fresh and good to drink.
There is no sweet water down the bayou in Terrebonne Parish anymore.
I've been trying to make sense of the strange beauty left here.