washing

we sat at the table,
talked about bread
and bodies, blood
and wine. who gives
and who takes?
 
here we are,
broken for each
other. in turn
invited to the table.
 
you knelt before us,
took our feet
in your hands,
gently washed them,
the room silent
but for the water
sloshing and
dripping.
 
did we sing? weep?
the air was filled
with humility
and shame, which
are not the same.
 
whose secret
was revealed?
why this grace?
did we even
finish our meal?
 
i don’t remember.
i only know that
my belly was full,
my heart heavy,
my feet clean.