tomorrow is another chance
but what about today?
original content and images ©j.g. lewis
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.11/28/2022 j.g.l.
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Morning crow, reliable soul, dutiful beyond reproach,
an eagerness to greet daylight before fully formed. Nothing,
if not enthusiastic.
You, solitary and without conscience,
never fail to usher in the day. A voice recognizable, its volume
ever-present but, as usual, without tune.
Undeterred, you provide each of us a lesson, or
each of us who hear you calling out, perhaps to brethren
who just yesterday settled on power lines as jurors,
passing judgment on those below.
Searching, as you do, within your realm, for a crust
of bread, or carcass of a roadside squirrel. Deservedly,
you should well feast on the flesh of lesser creatures,
those without speed, or sense, to deal with vehicular traffic.
you welcome scraps few others would accept.
So you sing of your presence, a persistent craw
craw craw craw
a noise unlike birdsong of a thrush or swallow, or any
of those pretty birds.
Your song is more utilitarian, less than rhythmic,
and to nature’s great voices
what a parking ticket may be to a poetry.
Still you go on and on, and on,
I hear you. I empathize with you,
I know you.
For I too may not have the voice, or the content,
others may possess, still I try.
have something to say and I continue trying.
For that, I appreciate you.
But morning crow, please know it is Sunday.
Perhaps you may not be a Biblical bird,
as the regal Dove may be, but you should know,
if only by observation, this day is one of rest.
It was my wholehearted intention,
if only allowed, to let sleep remain
for another hour. Or two.
morning crow, proud crow,
please allow me this time, just for today.
when your song will be appreciated,
even if not understood.
©2014 j.g. lewis