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.
A shorter week with a little less structure meant I got less accomplished than I had intended last week.
With no real schedule, and few obligations to anyone but myself, progress is more difficult to define when you have less demands on your time.
Now I look back on how I did, or what I did.
What did I do?
I got things organized and in place (as best as a Gemini can) and I did more research than was required, and I came a bit closer to outlining something maybe only my self can understand, but by the end of the week it felt like little more than procrastination.
I am now looking at a new week with the same project. It is time to get a better start on something that already has a beginning.
It is time to make it happen.
You take on a different view, when you know you have things to do.
10/19/2020 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.