ELEVEN ELEVEN ELEVEN

Photo by S. Auberle

ELEVEN ELEVEN ELEVEN

A man tells me how on that day
eleven eleven eleven
at precisely eleven a.m.
he went outside and rang a bell
eleven times for remembrance.

That night in Caroline's Jazz Bar
at precisely eleven eleven
the band stopped playing
for a moment of silence
and then broke into Auld Lang Syne.

Today a friend e-mailed me
what a lovely sunrise that just happened!
and I wrote this small poem.
This, I think, is how peace will come--
one humble step at a time.