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.
This country, this continent, is on fire; flames raging across this world.
Then there are the floods, hurricanes, and drought. Climate change, man-made or not, occurs naturally.
It happens.
All the debate over toxic waste and today millions of tons of treated radioactive wastewater was released into an ocean on the other side of this planet, compounding our fears over all things nuclear.
The wars we know, out of control, loss of life the daily news; the politics of it all.
The tsunami of these events, destruction and devastation, leading us closer to an end we are uncertain of. But we know it will come.
Salvation now, as it has always been, is far more than a dream.
How can we hope for better after decades of trying to avoid it all?
08/24/2023 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.