The Bowl Filling
by Anne Carroll Fowler | May-June 2000
I didnt follow the holy man around
I never sat down to a meal with him
Loving him began this way: water
poured into emptiness
the bowl filling
I didnt follow the holy man around
I never sat down to a meal with him
Loving him began this way: water
poured into emptiness
the bowl filling
Until I lifted the rim to my lips, drank
drank until action passed
into consequence, until the story was taken up
by those who think memory belongs
to the past, not to the future
We each had our partshe
and I and the water
and then the others, the ones
of dry hands and kisses
the ones on whom the plot depended
ANNE CARROLL FOWLER is an Episcopal priest and rector of St. Johns Church in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts.

