Zeus

Most of the time, I don’t even think of you

Maybe it’s because of your age

Maybe it’s because we’ve moved on

Or maybe it’s because I live in always-sunny California

But when that sky eventually does darken

And the rain comes down

I can hear you

Like some primordial call, dug up from the Earth or my bones

Sometimes-I’ll even see you, but just for a moment

By now I’ve forgotten what your face looks like

But I can’t ever unlearn that power

It’s no wonder you used to be called the king of gods