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 am a father. I’ve had decades of experience, and I anticipate decades more.
Fatherhood is a role I honour and respect; a lifelong privilege I am blessed to be a part of.
Throughout the years and decades, I have had the absolute pleasure of watching my daughter grow into the amazing woman she is. My greatest joy is noticing the changes as she evolves into the person she has become.
Nothing is dearer.
There comes a point where you realize she too has watched me grow.
I am older. I am aging.
It is only natural.
As I age, so too does my daughter.
I remember noticing changes in my father as he grew older, the evidence of time becoming more obvious with each visit.
I suspect my daughter notices differences in me when we are face-to-face, but these changes are essentially superficial.
Deep down I am still the same person.
I am her father.
In that, I’m sure we both realize the decades of love we share.
06/18/2023 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.