We live now, and always have,
as hunters and gatherers.
Along our path we collect
small scraps of our being,
slowly assembling the quilt
that surrounds us.
Experiences, information,
or misguided moments and
memories become fabric
we wrap ourselves in. Lonely,
or cold, we search for a stitch
of humanity in threadbare
motives and flimsy excuses.
It is not always comfortable.
It is who we are,
not what we have become.
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Midnight is both
redemption and a promise.
The end and a beginning,
all at once. A day or
a night, you divide your time
between what you know,
and what could happen,
choosing darkness over light,
for a time.
Rest up.
Another midnight comes
before you know it.
02/23/2018 j.g.l.
We don’t all move in the
same direction, but each
of us wants to get ahead.
Our pace differs, as does
our attitude, as we all try
to step forward.
Do you know where you
are going? How will you
know when you get there?
02/20/2020 j.g.l.
I can’t explain
what they don’t want to hear,
and they don’t want to
understand any more
than they have to.
They cannot
see beyond the
bounds of possibilities.
Communication barriers
of the mind, in time
become more.
02/17/2023 j.g.l.
I need to remind myself, more often,
who I am and what I have become.
More so, I need to remind myself of
what I am becoming.
If I am truly a work in progress, how
much progress have I made?
How can I tell if I don’t remind myself
or question myself?
Only I can really know.
j.g. lewis 2014