We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond. ― Gwendolyn Brooks
As we journey through political, economic, and global health crises, we turn to poetry to share truths that unearth underlying causes, illuminate impacts, and insist on transformative change. For many of us, today’s challenges are not new. The struggle of isolation, economic insecurity, inadequate medical care, deadly institutionalized negligence, governmental decisions that put Black, Brown, Indigenous, Asian, disabled, sick, and other structurally precarious people at greater risk are not new. Today, many more people are experiencing the vulnerability of these unrelenting issues. We recognize this opportunity for a heightened awareness of how our very survival depends on one another.
Poetry can help keep the flame of resilience, solidarity, and resistance alive in us. It can help us process and move through grief, anger, loneliness. Poetry can be a comfort when the most necessary actions are to rest and recover. It can remind us of what’s at stake, that our lives and legacy are worth the fight. As cultural workers, we know that culture shapes our political and social imagination at a foundational level. As poets, we can use poetry to map what is, what has been, and possibly, the way forward, including the reasons not to return to what does not honor and protect our lives, our communities, and our planet.
We asked poets to give us the words they chant to get out of bed, to raise their fists, to encourage their kin, to remind us, as this crisis does, that “we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.” To read all of these poems, visit Split This Rock’s website.
***There is a Mountain Stream at my Door
By Liza Sparks
the babble and meandering here to remind me
to keep on moving they enter my apartment
they tell me the most important things
are the living things they water all of my plants
the spider plant I have been neglecting
mountain stream hugs my cat
make room
I want to tell you about the leaves that fall
from the trees dance in the water
I want to tell you about the roots that feed
that drink what feeds you what nourishes you
can you send your roots to those places
I am here to remind you
that these are places you have already been
already known
mountain stream smiles
and flows through the house
strums the guitar
plucks the strings on the viola
remember they sing
that song in your heart
it is still there
even in the rain
mountain stream
leaves as quickly as they arrived
babbling all the way down
the stairs of the apartment
complex
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