Island of Giants in the Middle of the Mediterranean Sea
On being the sea, the seed, the seen, and the reassembled
When you go to a rock in the middle of the sea, get the Jesus sandals.
The first thing the island took from me were my shoes…
(after giving me blisters)
My naked feet ran from sun-to-shade-to-sun-to-shade across the cobbled streets of the ancient-walled-seaside-city looking for a cobbler to cobble my sore dirty soles something more comfortable to wear.
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