My Boots – a Poem

My Boots

By Kate Rauner

Push my foot snug in the shell of the toe,My Boots Hiker_taking_a_break_in_mountains

Shove my heel in with a ‘schloop’ as it goes.

Laces clip-clipping thru D-rings of brass

And hooked through an open-backed rivet at last.

Taut but not tight, criss-crossed on the tongue

To hold each foot safe once the travel’s begun.

Walking through embers or wading thru floods,

Across boulder fields or curls of dried mud,

Meadows of flowers and valleys of grass,

A wind-blasted saddle, a steep mountain pass.

Pounding a cadence, my feet keeping time

Through miles of thoughts and hours of rhyme.

The beat of my heart is the rhythm of words.

Hiking’s a metronome

Felt more than it’s heard.

My Boot


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