To
put
a
shoe
upon
a
last
is
to
anticipate
a
repair.
To
do
so
at
twilight
invites
possibility.
The
fable
of
the
shoemaker
is
well-remembered
here. A
new
vision:
I
think
of
the
tiny
cobblers
not
simply
as
elves,
but
also
as
shamans.
They
take
the
leather
and
stretch
it
into
magic
drums
worn
as
shoes.
These
shoes
are
the
horses
with
which
riders
traverse
the
planes
of
the
universe.
I
hear
the
drums;
I
hear
the
horses. The
shamans
are
not
discovered
until
the
cobbler
and
his
wife
have
been
transported
out
of
destitution.
In
their
state
of
wellness,
man
and
woman
decide
to
observe
and
(are
able
to)
witness
their
healers.
Looking
upon
the
tiny
unclothed
bodies,
the
human
pair
return
the
gift
of
medicine
with
matching
shoes,
shirts
and
trousers.
Magnificently
transformed,
the
shaman-cobblers
dance
into
tomorrow,
into
new
purposes,
while
we
dance
in
gratitude
of
their
original
gifts,
our
drum-shoes
leading
us
toward
new
rituals.
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