11:11

The sequence appears suddenly on a clock face

Inner eye tries to summon images he cannot erase

Painting falls as if a spirit is saying hello

Ethereal streams through his home like a bow

The rhythm shows up randomly on his wall

It could be a specific sign or enigmatic call

Inside or outside, even following a windy gust

To pay attention -- four numbers say he must

Potential inner demons try to play on his fear

Ticking anxieties high for him to see and hear

But protective shields will hold this mob at bay

As he marches on with determination into each day

The sequence highlights an odd pattern of time

With no comprehensible reason, purpose or rhyme

He must choose to move onward or remain still

For the greatest defense is his own free will

(c) Poem text and photo renewed copyright September 6, 2023 by Christine S.Y. Noland

Photo shown above is of a bridge at Hakone Gardens in Saratoga, California, taken by Christine S.Y. Noland.

 The 11:11 numbers were added on in Microsoft Paint 3D program.