The God of Everywhere

You can find him in the quiet ticking of clocks
He's in the excitement of tourists and the pride of locals 
He lives in mountains and sky scrapers and meadows
He's been everywhere and he exists in all places
If you look closely, you'll see his breath in a foggy morning 
and his fiery passion in red sunsets
Ask him where he's from and he'll tell you 'here and there' 
Really Hermes lives in all places 
because the the entire universe calls to him
begging to be his home