I set the wristwatch each morning.
I notice
time calculates the depth of distraction.
An adjustment,
simply a few minutes.
In the digital realm consistency is provided.
Analogue time needs to be acknowledged.
A favourite watch keeps track of the nostalgia.
It is not always accurate,
but true.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Above us
open spaces.
Limitations
still.
Voices carry
so far
you wonder.
Imagination,
not always truthful,
not always clear.
Desire for something greater.
Unchecked expectations,
how can you know
where
you are?
Shadows simply
shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
infinite increments
of
your self,
of
your soul
swallowed up in darkness,
awaiting broad daylight.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Like everybody else, I exist
in the now. Where I have been
does not indicate where I will go,
and all I have known will be
a portion of all that I know.
Yet, all that is there is subject to
change. My terms and conditions
will, no doubt, be rearranged
to accommodate fears, and folly,
and facts still uncertain, as I
realize or discover my potential
inertia. Matter it is, matter
it does. I am not yesterday, nor
am I today. Tomorrow is
simply another way. Time will
not determine where I will go, or
whether I stay. Who I am now
is not all you need know, anyway.
I am more than I thought;
I am all I am not.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
All winds blow harsh,
January’s breath
seeps deep to the marrow.
Come inside. Leave
your boots by the door
and make time
for stocking feet
and stillness. Find warmth
and comfort
beyond this weekend.
j.g.l.
