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.
I’m going back to work today.
A new role and new location with the same company, but it is a setting I’ve been absent from for some time.
It’s been a while since I’ve rubbed shoulders with colleagues, and I know it will be different.
Everything is different now than it was a few years back.
We have masks and physical distancing and personal protocols in place that you had to think less about when you were working behind a screen.
This morning I will be back in an office setting. I will be interacting, face-to-face, with people.
This will be an integration process.
Though anxious, I welcome the change; I look forward to some sense of a return to normal.
But how normal will it feel?
COVID-19 has changed the way we live, and the way we work.
I guess today I will see how much…
12/06/2021 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.