open space

a woman in a hurry
to get more steps in
or get to the right place

           she scurries by
saturday morning pedestrians
sharing the sidewalk
with panhandlers
wasting their breath
                on anybody
who will listen

we all need something today

this woman stepping briskly
         THE END IS NIGH
scrawled across the back
of her sweater
         does she know
             something I don’t

in this pandemic
nuclear threat, call to war
nothing seems horrific
anymore
and she is in a hurry
               to get there

 

08/27/2020                                  j.g.l.

mid-morning

breakfast special
served until 11

               later than usual
for me
eggs
        as always

sunny and runny
home fries and bacon

              no coffee today

        pandemic quiet

traffic is slow
before lunch

        it never used to be
        like this

               everyday fare
Patrician Grill
nothing fancy since 1953

good food

there
         when you need it

 

08/25/2020                                            j.g.l.

Art does not need to be understood as much as it needs to be created. For the moment art is conceived, captured, or undertaken, there is more than an understanding. There is a will.
Creation, in any form or media, demonstrates ideals and vision, its satisfies curiosity and proves a worth greater than any material possession.
Without question, art stands on its own. The statement it makes — however elementary or complex — does not need to be appreciated as much as it simply needs to be.
Art is like breath, it happens organically and is required for life to continue moving forward.

j.g.l.

Maybe today
you will find a little less fear in
the truth you’ve been seeking.
Maybe today you will
replace the anxiety
with an emotion that
better serves your soul. Maybe
today you will find what you need,
or a purpose to hold on to.
Maybe today you will discover
nothing is inevitable,
or certain. Or permanent.
Maybe today you can let go
of the past, or challenge
what you have known.
Maybe today you will slip up,
even doubt the real you, but
be reminded of where you are.
Maybe today
you will not make it all the way,
but will place good faith
in tomorrow.

 

j.g.l.

 

past the façade
there are tones and textures
beneath the surface
each of us
                     everything is a
rhythm of time
a reflection of life
until now
it doesn’t have to be complex
                     look deeper
at what is there
you might be surprised

08/13/2020                                           j.g.l.