Mythos & Marginalia

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j.g. lewis

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Mondays are just young Fridays

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

It’s not nothing

I would like to think it is nothing, at least I’d like to try. I know I can’t, but I will fool myself into believing it was less than what it is (I’m gullible that way).
   Still I know, deep down, it was more than what I was expecting. Certainly it was more than what I was prepared for.
   It’s always something; really, anything is.
   There is something in anything, worthwhile or not, that captures your imagination or sends your soul circling.
   Nothing matters then.
   It is always more than what you were counting on, even when there is nothing to compare it to.
   Always unlike anything else, you try to twist and turn it into something familiar, or something you can relate to, all the while knowing that nothing has been like that, or felt like this: ever.
   Yeah, it’s like that.
   It’s not nothing, but it can’t be everything. . . or maybe it is.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

a deeper conversation

Ever the questions, 

no response, until now. In the wake 

of all that happened all that time ago; 

even recently, as details were 

unearthed convincingly.

Negligently we accept responsibility 

for secrets and sins unacknowledged.

The government, the Church, 

the children. The shock of it all. 

Tears now stain history books. Truth.

A deeper conversation. 

We talked about it, yesterday.

Too long society, 

more specifically “we”, have turned

a blind eye to ways of a world 

we thought we never knew.

Lord knows what they were thinking 

and did nothing.

 

10/01/2024                                                                                                             j.g.l.

 

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on June 29, 2020 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

You question why you wear it, but know that you should.
    You never know when you will need it, but you should be sure that you would.
   A bicycle helmet; you may never need it, but you will be glad it was there.
   I took a tumble on my bike yesterday. The details are sketchy, I don’t remember much about how it happened, but it did. It happened so quickly. Accidents often do.
   I was a bloody mess, road rash and cuts, and a gash on the temple that required a trip to the ER. My sunglasses were totaled, and my pride was bruised even more than my elbow, knee or hip.
   My helmet saved me from further damage; I can say that with certainty because the helmet itself was damaged during the fall.
   If the crash had enough force to crack my helmet in two places, how much more damage would it have done to my head had it not been there?
   I hate to even think about it.
   Having had my unfair share of broken bones in various sporting injuries over the years, including a cerebral contusion sustained in a skiing accident decades ago (there are still a few days of my life I have no recollection of), I have always been a proponent of the brain bucket.
   I’ve always said ‘a cyclist who wears a helmet has a good head on their shoulders.”
   Thankful for mine, I still do.
   Never question the value of a helmet.
   I will go out today and buy a new helmet. I think I’ll purchase the same brand and style as I did a year ago, it having already proved its worth.
   Despite the crash, I am looking forward to riding out the remainder of the summer. I’ll probably ride a little slower and with a little more caution and, hopefully, no more injuries.
   There are far better ways to spend a Sunday than sitting in an emergency room.

06/29/2020                                           j.g.l.

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