This poem is being tended to by Mary Notari.

“We who crawled once to these shores, having risen
        from single cells on the ocean floor,
        now standing in the midst of an invented world.
Each morning, we step into our clothes,
        light the stove for breakfast, and those of us
with privilege, we gas up and go.
        We who once had no claws, no hands,
no way of grasping what we desired.
        And the waters keep seeping back in.”

-Melissa Tuckey, from “Requiem”

Installation featuring Pearly Gates Morning GloriesLittle Bell Morning GloriesColorinDutchman’s LaudanumRagweedKudzuNettlesSingapore DaisyBejuco Campana, and Sunflower.