I cast a crown

I cast a crown

upon a glassy sea,

a crown given me

for something undeserved.

I cast a crown,

gently, so that neither

the crown nor the sea

would break, or fracture,

or shatter, or crack

into infinity. The crown

slid along the glassy sea,

losing momentum

until it came to rest

against a glassy wave.

Only then did I see

that the sea and the sand

were the same.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.