Hermes Kinetic

You are at the bottom of my coffee cup. The soles of my shoes, warn from walking class-to-class, world to world. You keep me bright-eyed and on the move, whether I’ve slept or not. Gracious god, many are your blessings when we run between spaces. You sit between A and B and weave the winding path from one to his brother.

You are in my gas tank. You suck the fuel through a straw and spit it back as momentum. Your winged sandals flurry as you push the Earth on her path, her ever-moving journey round the sun to mark our years. Should we call you Hermes of Time? Planets hang between your holy fingers. They spin and circle by the eternal pull of mass and matter. Should we call you Hermes Gravitational? You are in my atoms as they shake, quiver, nervous energy marking the state of my matter and everything else’s too. Should we call you Hermes Subatomic?

Messenger, mobilizer, shaker, teacher, liminal lord, your fingers are in every thing. Buried deep in the motion and make of our universe. You sink yourself into this reality. You plunge into it and into use like we are soft as fine earth, as wet as mud. Up to your wrists, your elbows, your shoulders, easy as anything. Devour us. Consume our still and lifeless space into your endless eternal mouth. Breathe us back out alive, vibrant, dancing from our impossible heavens to our agitated atoms. Hail to you Hermes! You are the blessed, frenetic space between potential and kinetic.