When I Was

A wadded sock in the mouth of the Earth…
As I step out into the cool
Still air…
Where is the echo of the neighbors
Arguing?
Or the sounds of the other neighbors
Laughing?
Where are the dogs who normally
Bark at people passing by,
and the crickes
That normally say goodnight?
Where are my own thoughts?
Where am I?
I heard of me, and almost remember him.
A dim reflection of yesterday
When I was…