We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
a daily breath
-
Mondays are just young Fridays
What happens when you step away
from the everyday, for a while
(or longer)?
A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an
alternative view overhead
there is always another way instead;
at least there will be this week.
Even a wristwatch looks different today
for deadlines have no purpose or place
this week.
A well-deserved break, to say the least.
11/04/2024 j.g.l.
-
cloud songs
What of today, tomorrow
or next week?
What about the weary,
the impoverished, and the meek?
What becomes the answer or
the validation that you seek?
11/01/2024 j.g.l.
-
who would know
Dissemination of information
fast and furious. Daily, hourly,
minute by minute, it accounts
for our perception, rightly or
wrongly.
Who would know the truth?
Who should know the truth?
Ask me.
If I am not a liar, then I am
not a man.
How will I know questions
from the answers?
It is not multiple choice, but
there are many versions of
what you need to know.
If only you would ask.
10/31/2024 j.g.l.
