I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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To simply call it an ‘escape’ would be an indication that I don’t like where I am. But I do.
So, I’m calling it a ‘detour’: a couple of hundred miles in a car with a bagful of intentions, a set destination, and plenty of space for distractions.
I left my watch at home.
My mobile device is here if I really need to know, but time was of very little consequence for the past four days or so. If it turns into five days remains to be seen, but I have no objections to this certain sense of freedom.
Inspiration often takes so little time, if you allow yourself the space.
The devices we use to keep us informed about the news of the world, or our family and friends, as handy as they are (as convenient they may be) often take away from what really matters; time to ourselves.
It’s funny how you recharge, when you are unplugged.
It can mean you don’t do what you usually do. Even better when you do only what choose to do, and you do it any way you want to do it. You might not even do what you planned. You may even do it without any knowledge of what is happening anywhere else, for a time.
This is your time.
Does it really matter if the weather app says it will rain at three, or five . . . or even at all?
Sometimes knowing too much can take away from random spontaneity.
Life will do as it does, if allowed.
For the past couple of days, I did exactly what I needed to do, and I will eventually return home with a resolve to do it a little more.
Posted on August 14, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Nothing is closer than it appears,
anxiety reminding me of threadbare fears,
debt and delusion won’t find me here;
night driving takes it away.
I do not look back, but glance
at what I’ve passed, headlights meet my eyes
at the mirror, time has lapsed,
rear view explains I won’t see them again.
From where to there, somewhere,
then back again. I drive.
Beyond the highway, white lines, traffic signs,
eyes align, taking it in and ignoring it all.
If you can see past the sunset
you will always believe
life sorts itself out at any speed.
Streetlights shed halogen haze,
bleary-eyed travellers flowing either way.
Cars, end to end. Hypnotic blend,
eyes fixed, eyes focused, straight ahead.
Night driving leads me away and returns,
again. Depending on the view.
Spit-second living, rarely comprehending.
Where is everybody going; not always home,
not always knowing. Destination uncertain,
we are all passengers
of our own accord. Mistakes,
complications and reparations.
It’s taking and giving and letting it flow.
Driving. Night has no secrets.
Night always knows.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 11, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Because I cry,
it does not mean
I am weak.
It does not make me sensitive
to anything other than
life itself.
I have strong feelings.
I attach meaning to
each notion I have.
Emotions,
like afflictions,
are a dime a dozen.
The cost is not always obvious.
It is a price I pay
in tears.
08/11/2021 j.g.l.
