Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


open space

  • to be still

  • always

    Your whisper fair warns us, yet still

    we are surprised. The calendar’s last page,

    and we are left feeling more. Always.

    Winter: a beginning comes near the end,

    while the end craves new beginnings.

    The longest season, physically, or 

    spiritually. Consistency, year over year, 

    over year, from one into the next. 

    Cold, as it is darker. Light is appreciated, 

    and necessary. We grow up knowing, 

    the facts of this season. Always,

    our lives marked by winter.

    Time, and years, have become forgotten,

    but we are reminded. The soil 

    and silence, frozen. Our insular existence, 

    non-secular pain, wind-chafed emotions,

    a reminder again. We desire

    a warm touch; December, January or

    otherwise. Hope, as with autumn’s last leaf, 

    dangling in a greater stillness. 

    A confessional. Always. Dormancy 

    until early spring, what we allow or when 

    we embrace. Silence. Darkness. 

    We need not be surprised.

    Impulse knows. We have been here before.

  • coming your way

    Was yesterday 
             all it needed to be? 
    Will today be enough?
    You don’t have to decide 
    right now, you always 
    have time.              What 
          is coming your way?
    Is there ever enough time?
      Maybe you are not
          a morning person, but
         that shouldn’t stop you
    from appreciating sunrise.
    You’ll decide if it is enough, 
                     in your own time.

  • somewhere

    A sidewalk only takes you
    where you want to go. There is
    no preordained direction, it
    goes both ways and is available
    to anyone and their dog. Watch
    where you step, be conscious of
    puddles, and the stepping on the
    crack thing is wholly subjective.
    It’s totally up to you, which path
    you follow, or even if you want to
    walk on the grass. Exercise your
    rights, but, by all means, exercise.
    Move at your own speed, and
    please share the space; we are all
    going somewhere and the journey
    is far more enjoyable if everyone
    is respectful of everyone else.

    © 2018 j.g. lewis

  • with the season

    We all seem to be rushing 
    somewhere. The time goes
    so fast, and there never seems
    to be enough of it. 
    It comes with the season 
    and the obligations and 
    commitments we, many times, 
    bring upon ourselves.
    In the midst of the madness,
    find a moment or two for 
    stillness. Take a bit of time 
    to slow down.
    Do what you are doing with 
    more attention and greater 
    intention. 
    Clarity is accomplished at a
    reduced speed, with less 
    pressure, and more pleasure.