Sand Castle (Endless Ends)

I.

Everyday he’d build a castle

out of sand perpendicular to the waves.

A coronation would be held,

a lucky crustacean at the right place,

crowned ruler of the beach.

Serendipity on both sides.

We’d dance in its honor,

and it’d feel like a lifetime

before mothers dragged worshippers

back home, baths waiting

drowned in reality.

II.

Every morning the castle

laid in ruins, faded with grit

baring traces of a foundation—

Its ruler exiled into the sea.

And he’d build another castle,

identical in berth but bigger.

A new snail appointed ruler,

an eternal cycle of history;

Until the summer ends.