Revolution

The revolution will not happen by itself.

I can’t turn over for another hour’s sleep,

Then see it like late morning’s sun,

so many hours risen . . .

The revolution will not happen 

from my smugness

where I pretend I’ve worked out

all my issues

and can simply wait . . .

The revolution needs

my deep insistence, daily

on the laws which cause my brightness

and every dawn

and refusing to again be duped

by any story casting life as barren.

The revolution takes knowing

You are needed

I am needed

Each one needed, uniquely

Swelling in the firm, insistent way of seeds

Whose self-unfoldment cracks the rocks

Each tiny one performing

Its own miracle of growing

So the revolution comes.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 13, 2012