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.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
With all the idle chatter, blatant bias, flexible facts, fake news, political posturing and conspiracy theories, it’s so hard to sort through the bullshit and find your own truths (which can vary as much as the next human being).
Knowing what is true is not always easy. In fact, knowing what’s right it is more difficult than righting wrongs.
To keep me true, I keep an ever-expanding mental list; and so should you too.
Today, here is what I know to be true:
If I don’t start, I will never finish.
If I can’t trust myself I’m screwed.
There is always another way and it is not always right. In fact, it may be as wrong as the original option.
Not all memories are good, but they are mine.
I have more to gain than I have to lose.
I have more books to read than time and patience to read them. Still, that should not dissuade me from trying.
My list is never ending.
I can trust somebody until I can trust no more.
Self-awareness, self-doubt, and self-care are individual things.
I’m still getting to know my self.
I am still here.
Progress equals patience.
Not all ideas are good.
Words mean something.
What I learned yesterday will help me get through tomorrow.
Learning is easier than remembering.
My mornings are what I make of them.
03/01/2021 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.