We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond. ― Gwendolyn Brooks
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.
Seahorse and Empty
By Elliot Frost