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.
Any More Aware
Posted on March 15, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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My Friday morning was spent stocking up on real groceries in the pandemic pandemonium that has taken hold of this planet. I even took a shopping list: ingredients for favourite recipes, and a lot of staples (yes, I even purchased more toilet paper).
Then I waited in a horrendously long line with everybody else.
I decided Friday that I wasn’t going to listen to the radio. I bought a newspaper, but it rest in my packsack the entire day. I caught a bit of the shit on social media, but tried to ignore what I knew was going on everywhere. I certainly knew nothing was getting any better.
Saturday, I continued to tune out.
No radio, no television.
More time. Less worries.
I needed a break from all that has been going around me, from hearing about what everyone else is doing, and being told what I should or shouldn’t do.
I already knew I was concerned, but knowing more about what was happening wasn’t going to make me any more aware, or comfortable, or curb the anxiety I was trying to avoid.
Today I’m not going to listen to the public radio news program I usually enjoy on Sunday mornings. What’s going to be said that I haven’t already thought?
I might glance through Friday’s newspaper, but more than likely I’ll continue reading a book a made a good dent on yesterday. Or I’ll listen to some music. Or nap.
It will be that kind of day on that kind of weekend.
Some might call it self-isolation. I’ll call it self-preservation.
03/15/2020 j.g.l.
