grayscale photo of mother kissing her baby


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.


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.


shoreline under blue sky

Eagle Owls

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.



While young, we stood tall against each other
Without knowing we were mountains.

Now grown, we stand alone, but
Betraying surfaces like fountains.

Mounting finite time and space,
We turn into the earth again,

The way knowledge turns to wisdom,
Only to become unknown again.


This poem is dedicated to every brother, friend and neighbor gone too soon from our communities.