Poetry Challenge - Day 9

For today's prompt, write a time of day poem. In fact, make the title of your poem the time of day. For instance, "5:54 a.m.," 2:23 p.m.," "Midnight," etc. Then, write your poem. Of course, different things happen at different times of day. So have fun with it.

11:11

She was the first to notice it:
every time you looked at the radio alarm clock
with its flipping numbers, way back then, it was
11:11. Kind-of amazing. Pre-digital. Seemed to be true!
11:11: in the bright of day.
11:11 with the parties just starting.

And much later - perhaps it was her first, or most lasting, sobriety birthday,
I don't know - but it was lucky for her
so I was glad when I looked up at the
Penn Station clock and it flipped, with my gaze,
to 11:11 as I came into the station, happy, coming to her world
or left it, happy, going to mine,
- life rich and on time and rolling forward, full.
Lucky 11:11!

Now it is the year 11
and 1, 1, 11 could not have been harder
perhaps because I was braced for all the luck the number would bring
after ten brutal years, half without her truly,
all without her in some ways. I was ready for luck
for the auspicious day dawning.
I won't say what happened,
wouldn't even whisper it to her very own ghost
who maybe knows

and surely knows already
that auspiciousness, and innocence and meaning and luck
and the hope for luck
that a loved life infuses into the patterns of its symbols
into the children of its love
can vanish forever in the tick of a minute
and the touch
in the dark
of the strange hand

of time.