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.
Emotionally downtrodden, I wake and wonder why I don’t feel like giving the day a try.
Mondays don’t usually feel like this, for me anyway. I’m up early most days, but today I’m moving slower.
I feel it.
It took a while to get out of bed, and even now I’m wondering why. More so, I wonder what is worth getting up for. These are difficult times.
I have too many thoughts, and many are not good.
Yes, I’ve got many good things to do, but can’t seem to wrap my head around what must be done.
Maybe coffee will help . . . and breakfast.
It’s a thought.
If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so too shouldn’t be your first thoughts.
10/16/2023 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.