Mondays are just young Fridays

What gets left behind

with our unmade minds

forever rushing?

What do we leave behind

if we did not take the

the time to notice?

What is no longer mine

because neither you nor I

could take our time?

12/02/2024 j.g.l.

look around

Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.

j.g.l.

cloud songs

It is only silence and only

for now, a minute or three

but who is counting?

Enough, for now.

Slight Repose, a little grace,

enough until you have

found your place. Might be

morning, or the end of the day,

yet it is time to yourself anyway.

For now.

11/29/2024 j.g.l.

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Wealth Walks And Poverty Sleeps

Posted on September 16, 2015 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

It speaks of history, arts and culture,
and the ever-changing socio-economic
trends. A longtime destination, Toronto’s
Queen Street West is more than just a
street, and far more than a neighborhood.
Retail rules in a curious blend of
commercial and residential, everything
and anyone is out on the street. Musicians
perform for passing strangers, artists show
their craft, and crafters show their wares.
Poets offer words to those who will listen,
and fashion is right there; in stores or on
the people. Ethnicities mix, and cultures
collide, in food and drink or otherwise. It’s
cool in the clubs, late night on the street,
shoppers shop, and everyone eats.
Wealth walks and poverty sleeps.