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 was surprised, again, this morning.
As night, again, was fading away I glanced up (as I often do) to get my bearings as I settle into what will soon become daylight.
There was Jupiter, again, gazing down at me.
The fifth planet from the Sun has been hanging around for a while, noticeable in a way I hadn’t noticed until this year.
I have never paid much attention to Juniper before, not even so much concerned with galaxies or stars and constellations. The Moon (in any phase) has always, or often, been my focus.
Not that long ago, in an early morning attempt to photograph a recent Full Moon, another light, a celestial delight, captured my attention. It was Jupiter. The planet has been especially visible in the night sky. In fact, this October there will be many planets more apparent than at other times of the year. This is, apparently, a good month for stargazing.
Juniper, this morning, reminded me.
I have many earthly concerns that have been absorbing me lately, but this planet’s presence this morning reminds me that we cannot always stay focused on what is directly ahead of us.
I know I need to expand my vision. Sometimes we all must look up to be surprised.
10/13/2023 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.