Two Thrones: A Haiku Sequence

1
Humble wooden chair—
Crown presses down on the head,
Both cradle the tired.

2
Plain, with honest grain,
Four legs grounded in the soil,
It bears daily weight.

3
The other, gold-wrought,
Gems ablaze beneath the light,
Burdened by the crown.

4
Yet both hold the shape
Of bodies slumped from duty,
Yearning for stillness.