Unprepared

06/15/2018

The moment comes.
You. Unprepared.
Forsooth, even dialogue
run time or again
on bated breath
in not complete,
or available.
Or forthcoming.
It is not true, not then.
Vulnerable as you are
to say goodbye,
you do.
Reality viscerally
bestows itself
in the pregnant pause.
Mouth gaping.
Heart clings to life.
Feeling the words is easy.
Saying them
never is.

Poem Kubili
CASTING SHADOWS
poemkubili.com

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05/04/2026

Mondays are just young Fridays

For months, for what seems like forever, you don’t hear it. Then, suddenly you do.

Birdsong.

Yesterday morning, as I made my way for much-needed coffee, I noticed.

It wasn’t just a few tweets, or honking geese returning home from wherever they were, or the caw of the crows that stuck around all winter, it was full-fledged birdsong.

It was welcome.

It might have been that the Sun is rising earlier now, or that yesterday was mostly sunny and warm (finally); you never know when. Birdsong arrives unexpectedly, it seems, many days before dawn.

It’s a reassuring sound that spring is actually here. Finally. More importantly, it is a sound I will hear more of as the season progresses, and when summer arrives. It’s a sound that says everything is okay, that this planet is not such a bad place (at least locally is it), and you are here.

And now you are hearing nostalgic sounds, heartwarming sounds, sounds fuller than a symphony; sounds that remind you that you’re alive.

Birdsong is random; it comes from all directions. You never seem to see the source, but know it is there. Hearing is believing. It is a morning thing, mostly, or mostly noticeable before the city wakes and the usual noise of the day takes over.

You enjoy it while you can, daily or seasonally, and it is most welcome.

Gratitude is found in birdsong.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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05/03/2026

must know

What you see and all you believe, and what you know, are at times unknown.

Confusing, yes, because within our sight so much of what we see is unbelievable, especially now.

How could we ever imagine what is happening on this planet?

   History, we thought, hinted at what could happen. Have we ignored lessons of the past or have we been derelict in our understanding, pretending to allow the unknown to become a better part of our reality?

   Now, sadly, we know.

   Knowing beats unknowing.

   To this end, we must ask ourselves (we must know) how far this could go? Certainly, the end is not in sight. It remains unknown.

j.g.l.

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05/02/2026

no better time

We know where we are,
right now.
Now.
You can’t put it off, or
ignore it, it just happens.
Of course, there may be
future opportunities, but
you need to know there is
no better time to begin
that project, pick up where
you once left off, make
that overdue apology, or
believe in yourself.
Now.
Why wait for later, when
you can do it now.
Do it.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

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05/05/2026

not now


Disappointment comes early
in the day. 

Unexpectedly, you might say.

It’s not right, not now, certainly
not in May.

Still, we move on anyway.

j.g.l.

maybe

May: the month.
Maybe soon we will know
the temperature and truth
that has avoided us until now. 
May sunshine find its way to you 
today, and tomorrow too.

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