What happens when you step away
from the everyday, for a while
(or longer)?
A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an
alternative view overhead
there is always another way instead;
at least there will be this week.
Even a wristwatch looks different today
for deadlines have no purpose or place
this week.
A well-deserved break, to say the least.
11/04/2024 j.g.l.
What of today, tomorrow
or next week?
What about the weary,
the impoverished, and the meek?
What becomes the answer or
the validation that you seek?
11/01/2024 j.g.l.
Dissemination of information
fast and furious. Daily, hourly,
minute by minute, it accounts
for our perception, rightly or
wrongly.
Who would know the truth?
Who should know the truth?
Ask me.
If I am not a liar, then I am
not a man.
How will I know questions
from the answers?
It is not multiple choice, but
there are many versions of
what you need to know.
If only you would ask.
10/31/2024 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.
This journey.
Each of us chooses
our own path.
Individually
we end up in the same place,
we share space for a time,
or longer.
Often we are changed
because of where we are.
Where will we go next?
08/31/2021 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.