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 do you sleep at night?
Are you comfortable? Do you
feel safe? Did you lay in bed
and listen to the sounds of the
gentle rain, or did late night news
have you considering how fragile
this society has become. Maybe
you were restless and thinking the
mortgage payment might bounce, or
car payment? Were you wondering
where your child was, or if the
forecast might change plans for
Sunday’s golf game? There is so
little of this summer-like weather
remaining. Have you noticed the
chill as you open the car window
to pick up your morning coffee?
Do you feel guilty about the caloric
count of that extra donut? Did you
pack a lunch, or will you order in
or take-away. Did you wake up
refreshed and ready to tackle the
difficulties at work, you know, the
issues of which we often complain?
Can you think of things you would
rather be doing? Are you planning
ahead, past these day-to-day
inconveniences, or are you okay
living with the changes imposed
on all of us? How are you affected
by injustice and inequality, or is it
somebody else’s problem? Are you
wearing a mask to protect others
and your self? We all should feel
the impact of what life is throwing
at us. Do you understand we all
feel it differently? Or is that any
of your concern? Shouldn’t it be?
10/02/2020 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.