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.
Be humbled by the error of your ways, the mistakes you will make, and the familiar courtesy extended by friends, lovers, and total strangers.
At times we are too caught up in a moment and fail to grasp the unrecognizable kindness and passive humanity right in front of us.
Yes, life is confusing. All too often we react to questions posed with far too much certainty and we appear set in our ways.
We are all human. We need to be fluid.
We can alter our circumstances knowing, or holding, the confidence that decisions are not always made with the best intentions. Intentions can change, as can intuition.
You need to be mindful.
Only you truly know what is right for you.
10/16/2017 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.