Old Rocks in the Sun

Today when the rains came
They came with a flourish
Like a goose shaking its ruffled feathers
A bristling kind of cold
And the dirty sky above the stones was enough
The photographer said it was good
To shoot a group in
To capture the moments of youth
Against such timeless monuments
The light was proof
Somehow in his lens
Of our existence and theirs
The Young ones
And the Old Stones

And who amongst them
Would be interested in old rocks?
Some relics of a bygone age
Some irrelevant artefacts
Who are not on Snapchat
Or facebook
Maybe StoneWall if such a social Media site existed

And yet of its day these Stones
Where the network hub
The consciousness centre of the people who lived then
The young and the old - probably not much older
Than many who were there today yawning
Complaining of how boring it all was
Of how long everything was taking
And how nothing was happening!
And there was nothing to see!

Only History!I thought to myself in disgrace
Only the geological and spiritual face
Of Time
The encapsulation of an epoch
Captured in unmovable objects
As permanent as their faith was to them
As certain as the seasons and the Sun
And the moon -were these monoliths to them
And their lives are all extinguished now
Yet these stones have stood the test of time
And will be standing even until the end of the world

Perhaps when the sea levels rise
And then the ice age comes
Perhaps someday a glacier
Will slide over them
And obliterate all trace
That Britons and Druids ever existed
But I hope not
And yet that would also be a fitting end somehow
To these doorways that have guarded
Gods from the early dawn
To the final sunset