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.
An immediate pandemic response becomes especially difficult given that there is no absolute frame of reference. As Canada battles COVID-19, as we try to overcome physical and emotional stress, and cope with the uncertainty, the questions remain.
Where are we? What does the science tell us?
Yesterday’s news is tomorrow’s history.
This is what it is, or the falsification of cumulative principles and guidelines instead of what it used to be. If we can come to a new understanding about context and expectations, we’d realize our lives will not continue as we once thought. The time has come to see if we benefit from where we are going. We have become weak and uncertain in this year of transition even despite our resilience, uninhibited critical thinking in these circumstances, and will to look past our politicians and their blatant creation of future facts with an accelerated level of deception. Living within an unacceptable timeline, we have been forced to accept this tragically dangerous behavior, ignoring the warning signs and persistent questions about sustainable strategies.
There is so little truth, even less trust, and a direct connection between fear and stimulating misinformation. There’s never a dull moment in the daily struggle to find an honest moment of any value. A pandemic is a pandemic, is a pandemic.
That’s easy to explain and hard to fix.
© 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.