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.
We don’t get out as much these days.
We don’t see the people we used to see like we used to see them.
Our lives are missing the social contact we once had, at work or in the community.
When you are physically distanced or isolated, you don’t get, or are not allowed, to say the simple things.
We don’t hear “thank you” like we once did.
Without our day-to-day transactional ways we, generally, live our lives with fewer opportunities to express gratitude or appreciation,
Not going out, not getting what we’re used to, there is less of a reason to say it, or hear it.
Yet, as messed up as our little world seems at times, we do have so much to be thankful for.
Today, find something, or someone, to be thankful for and say it:
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for wearing a mask.
Thank you for adding a smile to my day
Thank you for making me think.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you.
11/16/2020 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.