How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
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.
Longer days, shorter nights,
less time to reflect.
Summer Solstice.
It’s happening.
Mistress Moon is weak, hardly
a whisper.
I no longer
hear her voice, or
less and less
she occupies
my mind.
Somehow it just happens.
My choice.
Less focus on her,
more focus on dreams and desires.
They can happen,
they will happen,
without distraction.
Dedication, application, rejuvenation,
mentally,
spiritually,
physically;
that’s how it will happen.
You’ve come
too far,
given up
too much, to not
make it happen.
If you want
it to happen.
Yes, your past may pester you,
but it will not drag you down.
Remember
what made you feel good about yourself?
You can
feel better
be better
if you want.
It can happen
if it’s meant to happen,
on your own terms.
Make it happen.
j.g.l.
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.