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.
Month: November 2023
This eleventh month comes suddenly.
You notice the morning chill
but only remembered the night before.
Dawn is the lifeline connecting
what you avoid and all you face.
Daily, hourly, incrementally towards full sun,
or a reasonable facsimile.
Daily it changes, the hour uncertain,
we split our time between the gentle
light of the moon and the day’s reflection
of the silent senseless wonder
Memories capsized, plans revert to
what we don’t know and never expect
Anticipation. The confluence of influence
undeniably intricate.
Once force to another, a morning
monopolizing time. Night a natural
state of wonder, senseless as it seems.
November brings us closer to the edge
of a new year. All we can do is wait.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
