Find Your Revolution

Where we are most hollow,
we are most full.
Each of us must find
the revolution
that is true to our wound.
Some clamor for disruption
and resistance,
making chaos create.
Others stir the honey
of silence
in a golden embryo.
All I know is,
a wand of poisonous
devil's claw has roots
that brew down
into healing tea,
and a hyacinth
springs out of snow,
releasing the fragrance
of April.