In the pedicure throne
I found myself humbled
By her open heart
Her open story
Early to arrive and early to break
Her broken heart, holy to behold
Golden light spilling forth in
Her broken story
Breakfast turned tragedy
On vacation in Hawaii
And ripples like tsunamis
Of her story
Crest and break and fall on my heart
Tearing me apart
And washing me
With her story
Our feet in the hot water
Our words intertwining
And for one moment
Ours was one story
Washing of the Feet
