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.
How are you doing?
Getting enough rest?
Are you eating well?
What are you reading?
What’s on your mind?
Questions and answers are
a daily occurrence, but we are
talking less and less these days
to fewer people, at a time when
we have many questions, and
so much more to say.
We miss the water cooler gossip,
or good morning greetings at the
office, or the smile from familiar
strangers on the streetcar, or at
the gym; the little, daily things
we take for granted.
Human beings, by nature, are
social creatures, and all of this
self-isolation is mentally isolating.
It has taken away regular contact
with regular people.
We are all aware of maintaining
distance, but we are losing touch.
We all feel it, but we don’t talk
about it. Reach out today by phone,
or email to someone you haven’t
spoken with in the past week or
two, but someone you used to see
daily. Write a letter if you chose.
You might not have much to say
besides ‘how are you doing’, but
it will make a difference.
Hello can close the distance.
03/23/2020 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.