Gathering in the park around the splashing fountain. Eating at rusted tables under sun-faded umbrellas. Napping, with head tilted forward, on a park bench. Roaming about flowerbeds. Gossiping, laughing, reading.
As I sat in the shade of a straggly tree, it suddenly appeared to me the splashing fountain was a shining crown. Above every head a crown.
I saw it all in one enchanted moment.
Shining above the gray hair of one gentleman who walked very carefully with a cane.
Shining above the short curls of a girl as she petted a dog.
Shining above a runner, who flashed past the fountain, arms pumping.
Shining above two lovers on scooters, playfully circling around planters of summer chrysanthemums.
Shining above people sitting in disorder, like painted figures on a margin of green grass, talking, resting, thinking.
Above every soul, a waterfall rising into blue basin sky.
Water jetting skyward.
Breaking into atoms.