Mondays are just young Fridays
What happens when you step away
from the everyday, for a while
(or longer)?
A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an
alternative view overhead
there is always another way instead;
at least there will be this week.
Even a wristwatch looks different today
for deadlines have no purpose or place
this week.
A well-deserved break, to say the least.
11/04/2024 j.g.l.
cloud songs
What of today, tomorrow
or next week?
What about the weary,
the impoverished, and the meek?
What becomes the answer or
the validation that you seek?
11/01/2024 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.
Get There
Posted on February 28, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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How will you get there
when the going’s not good,
when you can’t get around
as you normally would?
Be it weather or traffic
or a delay on Line One,
how will you do it
if you can’t get it done?
Where are you going, or
are you along for the ride?
How will you get there,
or know you’ve arrived.
02/28/2020 j.g.l.
