The blood of the Gods
flows in the veins of rocks

Touch them, these rocks
hot under the sun,
cold in the shade
Feel the roughness under your fingers

Be quiet,
listen,
close your eyes
and you’ll feel it

You’ll feel the blood flowing
Faint, yet strong
The slow rhythm of mother earth

And when the clouds gather
and it starts to rain;
a short burst
before the sun chases the clouds away,
you’ll smell it
Petrichor

And you’ll know
that the Gods are still here
and will still be here
long after we’re gone