Vagabond @ Home

I look carefully in every direction without finding it.
I frown--if not here, then where?
I leaf through magazines, search the web,
Spin the globe that sits behind the sofa.
I pace through the house, following the usual
Circuitous route from room to room,
But I've seen it all before, and it is difficult
To see it now, these old familiar views.
I sigh, finally stopping in front of the bookshelf.
Heart of Darkness? River-Horse? O Come Ye Back to Ireland?
I consider carefully for several minutes
Before heading for my front door.
I guess I will just go for a walk.