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.
It takes 8 minutes and 20 seconds for the light of the Sun to reach the Earth 93 million miles away.
I know it takes about six days for a letter from Canada to arrive in the United Kingdom, but a few days more for correspondence to travel from Winnipeg to Toronto in the same country.
Four minutes are required for a soft-boiled egg, but 14 minutes are needed for the water to reach a running boil.
It takes roughly 14 minutes for me to walk to work or 17 minutes by streetcar (with, at least, a six-minute wait). I don’t drive because finding a parking spot downtown can, at times, take forever.
It can take minutes or months for the answer to any question (depending on the circumstance), but even longer to muster the courage to ask.
Politicians can make a promise in mere seconds, yet years to take action or hide from the obligation.
Poems can generally be read in under a minute, but may take the entire day to be fully absorbed.
A good novel may take a writer a decade to write, but it will be consumed over a weekend.
Actual time is precise, but situations are variable. The importance of it all is subjective.
Time equals duration or distance. Is it as relevant now as it was then?
Time is time.
How long does it take for my light to find its way to you?
05/29/2023 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.