Monday Poem: The Rough Certainty

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The Rough Certainty

Touch the rough certainty
of cold ancient stone,

feel the sudden shock
of warm life bursting

into flight from the dark
of a deeper shadowed corner

that turns unliving stone
into something more vital

connecting back through
the warm pulse of blood

to times far too long ago
when hands just like these

took stone from the ground
to make something to last

for reasons we can never know
or even if the gods they made
were satisfied by it at all.