Somewhere

The sharp piece of grit inside my thick sock
prints a tiny indentation in my foot
at every step. I stop and tap my toe
on the peat-dark path, try to shift
the grit along my sole, succeed but
feel it still each time I put my boot down,
less sharply now, somewhere on the skin
of my high arch, as foot meets grit,
sock boot, boot earth
as my body weight bears down.