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.
We are awake.
It’s because we have greater questions than those we asked yesterday, or last week.
It is night.
It’s when we are unsure of the consequences or complications that we seem to run up against daily, or weekly. Or it is the people we love, or have loved; those who may well have questions themselves.
We wonder.
Some nights it is all we do.
We wonder through those restless times, not certain of the how or the why, always unclear of what to do, but you do try to listen to the questions.
In the resounding silence it is still not obvious.
You continue wondering.
You never wonder like you do under a full moon.
The light may not shine on the answers, but the light will shine on your self.
The wonder.
09/07/2017 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.