shoo skyburst siuil / suil 041112 ... ovenbird When you find a shoe where there shouldn’t be any shoes there’s only ever one. One shoe. Never shoes. Every tragedy spawns a shoe. Each car crashed, each bike mangled, equals a shoe in the road. As if shoes root us to the concrete structures of this earth and when we find ourselves somewhere in between living and dying it’s because we only have one shoe to hold us in our bodies. Kids aren’t solidly anchored to this world. They still have one foot in the dream soup they were ladled from. Which is why they always throw their shoes. My son did this endlessly. He’d be in the stroller with both shoes on and by the time I got home there was only one. Our spirits hate shoes. And children, in their half formed state, are driven wild by the insistence upon wearing shoes. Today I found a shoe on my walk. Black shoe. Black laces. About a man's size ten. It was just lying there, alone, on the gravel path. No mate in sight. There never is. And somewhere, a man must be halfway to whatever liminal state passes for heaven these days, with his remaining shoe worn straight through. If your shoe flies from your foot that’s the world shooing you back into the wilds from which you came. You have to go barefoot. I don’t like being barefoot, which is why I expect to live well into my 90s, at which point my feet will be arched and shrivelled and will slip right out of my shoes and I’ll go wherever people go when they don’t need shoes anymore. 260622 what's it to you? who go blather from