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.
COVID-19.
We know what we know, can’t make much sense of what we don’t understand, and find it difficult to keep up with all the shifting information that flows our way.
Some of it is true; a lot of it is nonsense.
We only know what we want to know, and we tire of the ebb and flow of statistics.
The numbers are going up. Again.
Pandemic fatigue.
Second wave, third wave, fourth wave, fifth; where are we now?
Confused?
Twenty-one months in, do we really know?
Did we think it would take this long?
And, now there is a new variant with both its danger and its doubt.
How are we to know?
What is safe?
What is normal? What is right?
First shot, second shot, three shots; will we need more? In Canada, the first vaccine was injected one year ago. Since then, millions and millions of people have been vaccinated.
We have become accustomed to our habitual mask.
We still wash our hands diligently and sanitize when we can. We know we must.
We move cautiously, but freely, but only to an extent. We don’t know when it will get better and realize it might get worse.
This is where we are today.
What about tomorrow?
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.