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.
by Denise McQuiston
In my town the hillside
is graced with a Gothic Church designed in stone.
I walk the winding streets into the hills
and see the panorama of my town below.
This town was my destination and discovery
from 3000 miles West.
The 4 seasons pass here
in colors and seasons of their own time.
The days begin in rain, fog and forested mountain mists
just before traffic hits and coffee is poured to the masses
while trains rumble through.
This town is my element.
An old house, apartment or New England Victorian might sustain me
it’s the elements that call out to me and touch my heart
that are the comforts of what I call home.
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.
2 replies on “Destination Can Be Home”
Thanking you for a welcoming homecoming at Mythos & Marginalia.
thank you for being here
deep peace
-j-