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.
Maybe it’s the continual news of wars on the other side of the world, the outrage in my own city, or of continued climate change threatening our long-time survival. Too much rain of late.
Even the rising costs of everything, and stubborn interest rates, impact our mood as we teeter above a recession, but I feel it deeply.
It is more than depression.
I’m feeling old, not always and not insufferably so, just in the biologically natural way.
Despite the threats to us all, ageing is largely an organic process.
Still, it is more than chronological patterns of life and cause and effect of a life lived.
Today it might simply be the weather, so grey that you don’t even notice the clouds rolling in across the horizon.
It’s hard to think of the better days ahead when we have been continually reminded of both the suffering and side-effects that surrounds us.
We keep moving forward. We must persevere despite the reasons, in spite of the season.
03/10/2024 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.