A Girl washing my feet
I went to a foot massage parlor
after the Great Wall outside Beijing
We were assigned to a small room.
Suddenly my privilege to travel
became my shame.
I was not a nude,
but my two feet made me a bit shameful,
when a teen-age girl came to me with a water basin.
My wife was assigned by a teen-age boy.
Our feet were washed, cleaned and massaged
by two children.
They asked once in a while in broken Korean language,
“Do you feel good?”
I could not answer: I just smiled at her.
I could not ask a question, “Are you going to school?”
Jesus once washed his disciples’ feet.
Does He ask me?
“You are fine. Don’t be ashamed of!”
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