around the block

i notice a lot when i walk around the same block
a few times
everyday.
what the doormen do on their evening shift,
some read the news, hours behind the world.
others just count the hours.
the tall, dark man on the corner made a friend.
they visit,
every night.
catching up on innocent gossip.
the neighbors, a few buildings down, love the holidays.
two months ago they got married.
all the tenants decorated,
with bells and well-wishes.
but they forgot to replace
thanksgivings with christmas cheer.
i guess we haven't all caught up yet.

i don't mind, i haven't either.

in the mornings the sun rises
mist over the river.
i don't try to catch it.
simply notice its coming and going.
the moon travels too.
i mark the days
wondering who honeygirl is,
and when the wildflowers
will be replanted.
but i don't try to chase them.
simply count my steps until
safe return.
they're as many as a cigarette
or quiet meditation before the next storm.

is this really home?