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.
A note from afar, a note from
a friend, something in the mail
that’s not a bill, or a reminder,
or a pizza menu.
Correspondence. A surprise,
something personal and
appreciated.
Snail mail, you get less and less
in this age of instant.
Too many people are too busy
to drop a note to let you know
what’s going on.
It takes time.
Of course, an e-mail is immediate
but it does not have the same
effect as a letter, or it will get lost
in all that clutter and confusion
in your inbox.
Snail mail is an unexpected smile.
Send a letter to someone today,
just because. It may take a while
to get there, but some words are
worth waiting for.
05/07/2019 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.