"Incoming Tide," Guy Rose," 1917, WikiArt photo.
“Incoming Tide,” Guy Rose,” 1917, WikiArt photo.

Tide incoming, sandal found amongst rocky
Shores, bobbing in island surf, ancient leather,
Bronze medallion on foot-top, time drifting
Beneath ocean surface, persevering and pre-
Served, its mate vanished decades ago, life
And death mysteries, storms at sea, loving
Couples on sun-washed Ægean strands.

How do I know these things? On my right foot
It fit as if made for me, accustomed to each
Other, sole to sole, strap to ankle, it called for
Its mirrored-match, yearning age-old refrains,
Telling of passing toe-to-toe amongst sisters,
Discarded to slave girl, ocean island trade,
Capsized sailing ship, all drowned on board.

Can one sandal exist in harmony without its
Twin? Finding solace with one-half lost? In
Crafty ways, my answer given. To old cobbler
We proceeded, my ocean weary friend life
Regained. Sandal maker knew his art, gently
Taking one apart, measuring sole and straps,
Peering down at my sandy adolescent feet.

From parts of one, he made two, leather old
And some new, given one and to the other,
New bronze medallions sewn fast in place,
Surf found sandal was renewed. Now they
Accompany me during daily chores: sewing
Sails, mending nets, or resting beside my cozy
Bed, sweet mysteries, sandal found not lost.

Classical Greek theme, ” Thera’s poem brings new life
or metamorphoses to surf-found sandal, one that by

fitting her found purpose again. With variations, these
sandals are worn today, thus “sandal found not lost.”
For more, see “Jason and the Golden Fleece.” 

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