Caminante

You
witness yourself.
scarf and jacket wrapped tight
against the cold.

You.
walking down the street
you were raised on

you see
where you learned to
ride your bike
where you fell down,
and got back up
again

you see silhouettes of trees
shadow lined sidewalks
and it's nothing but
You
and the cloudy city-night sky
and the cool, wet
breeze

And your dog.
whose click-clacking
step
calls you back
to the present,
happening.

you see
the tree that once stood
there,
cut down long ago
the houses full
of ghosts
of kids you used to
play with
where are they now,
you wonder,
where did they go?

You
walk this street that
you know like
the back of your hand,
in a skin
you can finally
claim
as your own.

and for once,
You don't feel homeless,
coming home.