Movement, not always motion. Steadfast in  
my intentions, I will seek a deeper understanding, 
not always evident, or available, in the moment 

Somewhere not far behind these sullen thoughts, 
materialities of bygone days will eventually creep  
into patterns I wish to avoid. 

I have been here before, mentally or spiritually. 
Geographically it does not matter. 
The streets continue to blur on by.

Alone with my consideration or apprehension, 
I can only try to look beyond the days, behind 
shadows of the ever-present aftermath.

I am trying not to do anything I have done. 
Before. All of this. Still constant conviction 
haunts me, as it often does. 

Why should this evening be any different? 
Only the direction has changed. 
I am going to, instead of coming from. 

© 2024 j.g. lewis