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.
You know all those things you say
you want to do?
Do them now.
Not the laundry, or the paperwork,
or all the stuff that keeps piling up;
it’s those other things you say you
want to do, all those things that
matter to you …
you know what they are.
Somehow, however, you never
seem to get around to them. You
get too busy doing all those chores
or bringing home office work (yes,
the stuff expected of you), that
you seem to forget what you want
to do. You need to do what is
important to you.
Take a little time every day to do
something. Pilates, poetry, piano,
crosswords, cross-stitch, antique
refinishing: it does not matter
what the activity or passion is, as
long as you are doing it regularly
for your self.
Call it “my time”, and do it every
day, or three or five times a week,
just because you want to.
Do it, and do it now, because, sure
enough, all that other shit is going
to happen anyway.
Remember: you can’t find now later.
11/07/2017 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.