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 keep, in the deep pocket of my packsack, a Swiss Army knife.
Perhaps the ultimate resource for unexpected situations, the all-purpose pocketknife is regarded as the embodiment of multifunactionality and inventiveness.
Well-used and familiar, my knife is always available when needed. Over the years it has opened cans of soup, bottles of beer and wine, sliced cheese and sharpened many, many pencils. I’ve adjusted components of my bicycle, and car, and tightened up plenty of loose screws. The flashlight has guided me through a few dark occasions.
We are all like Swiss Army Knives.
Folded up inside of us are tools and talents we require to get us through life, get us out of a jam, or cut our way through obstacles and situations we may have never thought we’d find ourselves in.
Some of our features are not used as often as others, (or as often as they should be) but we need to remember they are there for us when needed.
08/21/2023 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.