Everyone in this story is busy
One person sits down
I sit at his feet
Feet with dirt
Feet with sweat
Feet of a human being
He is human like me
Not only human
I am human like him
But I am not him
And he is not me
Yet I want to be like him
Feet with sweat
Feet with dust
Feet with blisters
Feet with sandals
Feet with scars
What can I give but myself?
What is enough, if not my being?
What can I give but my will?
What can I give but my striving?
But my searching?
My searching has led me
Toward him — and away from him again
Back, as once before
To the ground
To the feet
To his feet
Feet with sweat
Feet with dust
Feet of a human being
Feet with scars
Feet for walking
Feet for resting
Feet for waiting
Feet for anointing
The whole house was choosing that day
What to cook
What to carry
What to be angry about
One person chose the floor
And that was the one choice
That was not
Only choosing
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