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.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
In my pack I carry a notebook,
day planner, a paperback, often
my camera, occasionally a
sweater, usually a sandwich,
and always a piece of fruit.
These are the things required
to get me through the day.
In my mind I carry thoughts,
a never-ending to-do list,
residual dreams, a purpose,
memories, and lessons
I have learned thus far.
Hopefully it’s enough
to get me through life.
Travel light, or as light as
possible. It’s pointless
carrying around too much
baggage, or too many things
that hold you back. You
should know what you need
to keep moving forward.
At the same time, always leave
a little room for the unexpected.
Whether it’s time, space, or
mindset, you have to allow for
new thoughts, adventures,
people, and the treasures you
may find along the way.
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.