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.
10,000 steps a day, they say, is the key
to a better life: emotionally, spiritually,
physically especially.
Walk on.
I try, I do, mostly every day, a
conscious attempt to make my way
from here to there, and the points in
between, specifically or purposefully
engaging with the street. The places
I go and people I see contribute to a
life lived mindfully (I believe).
Watch your steps.
Take notice of the sights you see,
daily along the way; you may never
pass this way again.
Knowing where you are is just as
important as where you will be.
Think of it as an adventure, another
opportunity, simple and pure; a reward
or recognition of the steps you endure.
You are sure to see something you
have never seen. Each route is different
(as are the points in between).
It is never just another day.
I try to put into practice all of the
words I say, so the question remains:
where will I go today?
06/28/2024 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.