Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
The number of daily Canadian COVID-19 cases reported on the radio this morning was less than what this province was reporting in a day not that long ago.
Most cases reported were from Ontario, but they have been dropping pretty much daily for the last week.
This is a good thing.
We’re heading in the right direction.
Governments are loosening up restrictions, some businesses in some regions are reopening or realigning, and people are out and about.
It’s a good thing to see.
We’re. Still. Here.
These have been a trying couple of months and life might feel like it could be returning to normal, but we have to remember the facts.
This. Is. A. Deadly. Virus.
There is no vaccine. The corona virus can be spread so easily, and so carelessly.
COVID-19 kills.
Physical distancing and our social behaviors must remain habits.
Prevention is self-preservation.
This virus will remain a danger for some time to come.
Be safe.
Wash your hands. Wear a mask. Reduce your impact on how we are all living.
If we all do our part, we can keep this thing moving in the right direction.
06/15/2020 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.