11:11

a man sat by
the roadside
in rags and brine,
rocking a bit
whispered mutterings
on his lips.

a soldier recently
back from war
travelled the road
with knapsack in tow.
met the man
of rags and brine
whispered mutterings
upon his lips.

disgusted,
the soldier stopped
screamed over the roar of
war in his head,
"You look and smell
like a pig!"

the man
of rags and brine
took pause, let
silence hang
suspended
between them,
looked up
to the soldier's eyes;

"You look like God."

without pause,
"How can you call me God
when I just called you a pig?"

again the man
took in the soldier
then stood
looked to his eyes,
arched, cracked back
suddenly straight,

"I spend my days with God.
You must spend your days
with someone else."