How big is your Basin
How wide is your Towel
How empty is your Basin
How dry, your Towel
Will you fill it up
(again)
Where
with What
How dirty is your towel 
as you wipe away a stubborn grit
that will
in fact
make you more Clean
even as 
hands and feet
are being 
caressingly cleansed
by you
on bended knee
Will you look up
at awed eyes
or
cast your gaze down
looking for what’s way below
dust
from which you came
and speck by speck
returning.     .     .
Maybe it’s not so much
how unsullied your hands
as how
besmirched
you allow them to become;
your sore knees prove to be
in continuous crouching
going from One
to Another
Not 
how wrinkle-free
a pair of spotless pants remain
Basins and Towels
are telling
whether 
empty
full
clean
dry
.       .       .they lie 
not

Serve
or
Served
. . .which are you?