I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: January 2017
You can call me brother. You can
tell me stories, lay out your troubles,
express opinion (or question mine)
and share a bit of your wonderfully
complicated life with me.
In doing so I would only expect
that you extend the same courtesy.
I too have thoughts and many, or
most (or some) will be contradictory
to yours. That’s only right. For while
we all eat, sleep, breath and shit, we
do so differently.
We are all different (and that is one
thing well worth talking about) and
while we may feel some of the same
pressures or obligations, there is so
much more going on.
So while I am open to hearing your
politics, poetry, personal convictions
or preoccupations, I am interested
in — and more inclined towards —
dialogue that might provide a greater
understanding of each other and this
curious world we continue trying
to figure out.
Let’s talk, and let’s listen.
j.g.l.
Dense fog obliterates the beginning of our day,
surrounded by pavement and landscape with little snow to
track where we have been or what we need to know. Without
a true north to guide our direction, we are pulled further
into this element of fear. Who do, or can, we hold dear.
Winter now that of a librarian’s hush; a hint of caution but
nothing to heed, not as such. Many of us decided not to listen.
Complicit in our actions or intent, the atmosphere has
become veiled in a chorus of disjointed voices, more
about the chosen and less about the choices.
Each of us comes from somewhere else. It is how we have
grown, forever going anywhere new instead of finding
our way home. Making friendly with strangers we never
really got to know, nothing comes from nothing
and we have so little to show.
Lessons learned in how we’ve lost control of our lives, liberty
being not about how we live but how we will die. Temporary
lapse of judgement or time, conscience, or reason. We truly
have no idea what to expect of the day, of ourselves,
or the remainder of the season.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
