My mom introduced me to this phrase recently, and I liked it (even though it’s not Greek), so I wrote a poem about it.
Solvitur Ambulando Solvitur ambulando it is solved by walking so we walked and walked and walked until we found a better way. We walked until the blood that paved our streets four hundred years was made uncomfortably visible to all each inch each step as we walked over it we walked with signs we walked with covered faces we walked with hands in hands they met our walking with walls of police in riot gear they could not stand the way we walked so tall so fearless led by children they could not stand us being fully human not being fully under their control autonomous and organized they saw we walked so differently from them they were afraid and angry they sprayed tear gas shot their rubber bullets but we kept walking. We walked to capitols to churches to the white house where he threatened us with vicious dogs with fire hose and billy club he conjured icons of another generation still alive to flash before our eyes and try to hold us back in terror but we kept walking. We sang the songs of our foremothers and forefathers the ones who walked who struggled in their time we claim them with pride and name the ones who took the other side name and repent with full feeling righteous action reparation this is how we choose a different path. We walked right to the river Justice carried all our burdens all our suffering our tears our unheard screams we walked right into it like birthright like a baptism like healing we let its rolling waters roll on us.