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.
Admitting that it is Monday is actually confessing that your weekend has come to an end.
I really don’t mind Mondays; if fact most weeks I like that fact that we can start all over again. Today, a little less so.
I’m not quite ready to snuff this break out.
To say the past weekend was enjoyable is not enough. How else can you describe a few days in Montreal?
Perhaps très magnifique? It seemed like more.
A quiet boutique hotel, galleries galore, art is everywhere.
Montreal is a very walkable city, and walk we did. Everywhere.
We witnessed the eras of architecture; historical places of prominence, and we walked through neighbourhoods and felt the communities.
I need not mention the food was amazing. Every bite.
It was with my deep dark coffee at breakfast, and another croissant, that I could feel the weekend running out. When I dropped a handful of postcards to loved ones into the Canada Post box with the Leonard Cohen illustration on the side (how Quebecois can you get?) on the way to catch my train home that I realized my weekend was, in fact done.
Now, today is the first day leading to next weekend’s adventures.
05/27/2024 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.