Let the city know.
Now I spend so much time seeing, thinking and being of one mind;
But you knew my eyes before I could call them mine.
Held me in your arms before I’d hold myself…
It’s a miracle, then, to be able to say to my maker:
Thank you, Mamá.
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Ahora paso tanto tiempo viendo, pensando y siendo de una sola mente; Pero conociste mis ojos antes de que pudiera llamarlos míos. Me sostuviste en tus brazos antes de que yo me sostuviera... Es un milagro, entonces, poder decirle a mi creadora: Gracias, Mamá.
J.T.
Fear not now!
Savor the sounds our city misses all year round.
Treasure the gleam, showing liquid still reigns over solid, for the record.
Record the moment with care;
Like a speck of light in a pool of dark, it matters.
And matter changes, Los Angeles.
J.T.
Each of us will watch the world unfurl into the greatest and most arduous of journeys
Facing the heaviest of winds and the steepest of earths
We will do this, and we will be challenged by this
And we will have to learn from this
Even when we feel entirely alone
Alone and away from home
No extra lifeline over-the-phone
Just one heart
And two lungs
Beating over a fractal of tired bones
We will grow tired, and we will grow impatient,
We will grow angry, and we will grow to feel unrecognizable to ourselves
We will be pushed by this journey, cornered and exhausted by its unimaginable lengths
But when we are—-
When we are,
Just remember who you are
And how you are.
Remember that you’re formed by the nexus of a community;
That you come from the same earths and the same winds which seem to push you;
Remember that you come from a million stars, and one;
And that you are here to rise, fall, and re-emerge
Only stronger,
Like our bodies in the ocean
Setting free our minds over the crashing, thunderous waves;
This is who you are, and how you are.
J.T.