Late Service

Everything I want to say can now be said
in this way. Think of me washing your feet.

I am kneeling in front of you.
I am looking at you the way

I never looked before. The blue under your skin
is beautiful. Each foot

veined by a map of places we went
and places we could not go.

I will take a long time.
The water will get cold,
but bear with me.

My hair is soft and long for the drying.