Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • good morning

  • another chance

    The Moon hangs low,

    yet the Sun still rises.

    Each day

    we have another chance

    to shine a little brighter.

    Rise up.

    Be radiant.

  • waiting for rain

    Throughout the day they
    cautioned of rain. Overcast, 
    occasional sprinkles, but 
    the downpour held off
    until the evening hours. 
    When it came, it came.
    I had waited 
    throughout the day, 
    putting off many things 
    I had to do, not entirely sure 
    what I wanted. Or why.
    A day of suspense. 
    Very little happened. 

    © 2017 j.g. lewis

  • only recall

    It is not what I have done, but what I still must do.
    Reminders, lists; they come to you, without warning.

    A song. A sound, a scent; shades of the past, of
    time long expired or relationships that didn’t last.

    Grocery lists of what to get, sticky notes remind you
    of what not to forget. Still, I often do. Or I will try.

    How can I decide? Indecision pushes it all to the side
    or out of sight. Only recall allows it to survive. Inside.

    Little bits and pieces of unnecessary nonsense strewn
    about the stacks of essential things that must get done.

    Amidst the mental clutter, superfluous stuff to be silently
    sacrificed. Forgotten, until memories come rushing back.

    Trauma will not disappear. It will, over time, dissipate,
    but always remains close enough to feel. Unneeded.

    Reminders are varied, something that serves to keep alive
    clandestine keepsakes. Observed only by yourself.

  • there is more

    What is community?
    Is it a city or group,
    a place of refuge,
    familiarity, or the
    sense of belonging
    we sometimes seek?
       Home is part of a
    bigger community
    but need not be the
    be all and end all.
       There is more to a
    community; there
    is more in your
    community.