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 seek comfort in all that is familiar.
We, for lack of words or without a sense of place, will step back into the habits which built our reality.
A room full of books will quiet my mind.
I have flown from Toronto. A Sunday afternoon and I am at the Winnipeg Millennium Library.
This is a familiar place. So often, in the past, I have come here with my laptop or notebook and have been consumed by the empowering library silence.
I used to spend vacant afternoons writing in this space.
A room full of books will quiet the time.
The library has inspired me in the past, and it is again.
Today is a day to be grateful for places and people who inspire. We can’t always get to them, but we know they are there.
Happy Thanksgiving.
10/09/2017 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.