Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 j.g.l.
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.
Each Of Us
Posted on June 10, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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If you tell me your name
you tell me a history,
abbreviated yes, but one
of decisions, dates and
moments of significance
I know nothing about.
I too leave a shadow.
My fears may be different
or diluted; this life treats us in ways
nobody else would imagine,
or understand.
Each of us
will have questions
We will always have questions.
It is human to want to know and learn,
and listen.
If you tell me your name
I will tell you mine.
Then we will be equal
and available to continue
the conversation.
©2020 j.g.lewis
