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.
I slept deeply these past two nights, window open, the refreshing nocturnal air taking on a chilly tone.
I pulled on a jacket yesterday morning for my coffee walk.
Last evening, I brought my sweaters from the back of the closet.
Clearing away the stack of paper that had accumulated through the summer, I reorganized my desktop. I even readied my bag for the upcoming week, instead of the more lackadaisical approach I’ve grown accustomed to.
What is it about September?
All of a sudden there is a need to become organized.
You notice the days are growing shorter, daily, a little faster. We dare not even think of winter, for autumn (officially or otherwise) has not yet bared its teeth.
Still, there is a desire to be prepared for what we know is coming.
09/03/2019 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.