Make a wish.
I’m not really much for
New Year’s resolutions,
all too often they end up as
unfulfilled promises.
Rather than setting myself
up for failure, I prefer, instead,
to make a wish.
It may be silent, or shared, but
it seems more reasonable to
anticipate the results of a wish
than resolve myself to change,
trial, or the unexpected results
of my expectations. I think.
I wish.
There is promise in a wish.
I hope.
12/31/2020 j.g.l.
It caught my attention, randomly,
early one morning. Recently.
Peacefully.
I wander the city each morning. I look for
alterations to my landscape. Bare witness.
No point in walking if you don’t see. Changes;
graffiti to some, a symbol to others. Proof.
Peace.
It meant something to someone that they would
take the time to scratch out a symbol on a wall.
It meant something, on a bigger scale,
decades ago. Pacifism. Or protest.
Purpose.
Peace is more than a state of mind,
or symbol from another generation.
Realistically speaking, peace should be simple,
not a complicated shadow of pitfalls and politics.
Prayer.
Peace should stop you and grab hold of the senses.
A thought. An idea. An ideology. Silent action.
Possibility.
Decades later it is still only a thought. A dream.
It wakes me. It means something to me. Now.
Promise.
I’d like to think it means something to you.
Dare we find substance in a shared dream?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
“They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had”
-Joni Mitchell
California
You over there,
I am here. Logically, even
chronologically, it is the same.
This vast expanse above us
holds everything to one domain.
Where we are
is as much as
who we are. Here
or there, common ground.
Should we meet, or
if never we have
another moment together,
we are blessed knowing,
logically, of the possibility.
12/29/2020 j.g.l.
Next week will be next year.
It can happen that fast, or
it will take its time, as it has
day by day all through the past.
It has been that kind of year,
with that kind of face.
Less than unpredictable, yet
full of surprise, these days
have given us space and time
to soak in each second,
It has been that kind of slow.
It has been that kind of pace.
It has been the year we’d all
like to forget or replace
with even the year before,
or that totally shitty one
nine years back; or
the one (you remember)
even before that.
We might settle for any year
except the one we just had.
Last year was cruel
and contemplative and so
unfortunately bad. A year
almost done, with our sights
not yet clear, let’s look ahead
to what soon might be near.
12/28/2020 j.g.l.
Trust is a give and take word, and not one to be taken lightly.
In any relationship or encounter you give trust, or allow trust, often in the moment; many times without thought. You, in effect, trust yourself to trust others.
You take trust at face value. Trust is, or should be, reciprocal. We trust that it is.
Are we too trusting?
Trust is earned. Trust cannot be replaced.
Trust can be taken away as easily as it is given.
To trust is to give of yourself without compromise.
It takes trust. It takes time.
Don’t give up.
Trust yourself.
12/27/2020 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.