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.
We come and go, as routinely or as
regularly as we have before. The days
and destination vary, as expected, by
month or year, by happenstance, fate,
or intention. Our paths will cross with
others on a similar plane, acknowledge
our purpose, again and again, it is that
which is common we all wish to show.
We all want to belong. We wander, as
do so many lost souls, as purposely or
as randomly as it seems, Thoughts of
where, or why, cross our minds, so we
think more of the reasons than of the
time, a critical factor to common minds.
While where we go is as relevant as
why we stay, for how long remains the
bigger question. More a feeling than a
purpose, comfort comes when you least
expect it. Do we share the desire to stay
as deeply as we must? Or, are we more
influenced by wind direction, curiosity
or trust? We still want to belong. We
will stay when we feel welcome, often
accepting what little we know, always
uncertain when, or why, we have to go .
© 2022 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.