“How to Drink Water When There is Wine” by Barbara Kingsolver
“Declaration of Inter-Dependence” by Richard Blanco
A Poem:
With Whom I Walk
by ljkemp
Tell me with who you walk
and I’ll tell you who you are.
I walk with the poets,
the artists, the flower children.
I walk with the thinkers, the writers
the tree huggers and the book lovers.
We’re each other’s shelter and hope,
we breathe life into what is dying
or silenced or forgotten.
We shine light and spread words
like prayer and communion
not as ammunition.
We walk arm and arm,
cheek to cheek,
even at a distance we are close.
Once I wrote, but thought
do not call me a writer.
Silly, shameful me.
Now I have lived long and I know better.
I know who I am now, as do you.
You can see with whom I walk.
Italicized lines:
First two from Blanco’s poem. Last one from Kingsolver’s poem.

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