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.
Frustrations often come and go,
some all-too-familiar, others more
on a need-to-know basis, a function
of life’s ebb and flow.
It is so.
A challenge to the here and now,
and who will care anyhow?
In its time you concentrate, or
meditate, even appreciate
what led you to this tiring state.
Anxiety
will not get the best of me.
Overwhelmed, I will struggle to
step over all I cannot change and
embrace the changes I have made.
Be calm,
always a mindful goal as you
question your being, and
search your soul. Answers apparent,
but not always there, take your time
with this truth or dare.
It’s not
out of sight, or out of mind, but
solutions arrive when it is time.
Relax.
You know more than you admit,
or should, and always for the
greater good.
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.