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 spent much of my spare time yesterday day reading
I didn’t listen to the radio, or even turn on the stereo. I just read.
I finished off one book and made a significant dent in the next. I hadn’t read like that in quite a while.
It’s not that I didn’t have other things I could have been doing. I had some writing I needed to do, both in my journal and for this space; there’s a lot going on right now. My mind has been cluttered with news and events of the past week(s). There is a great deal to think about, but I simply read.
I needed an escape.
It’s amazing how a good book can, literally, take you away to another dimension. It is comforting to know that a humble book can soothe your troubled mind and help curb fears and anxiety.
There’s a lot to be troubled by right now.
I read a lot yesterday. I needed to. I needed to get my mind off of what was going on and let it travel anywhere but here.
A book allows you to focus on something else. A book can do that. It did yesterday.
I hope it will again today.
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.