Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
Has it been that long?
It seems much longer.
A year now, give or take, in which
personal protection is self-preservation.
Stay apart.
Wear a mask.
Wash your hands.
All attempts we share with others who care
about others, as we do. It’s as simple as that
in this complex world of
doubt and shame.
Again and again.
Only the ignorant don’t understand.
The noise won’t be silenced; the news is not fake,
one year now of give and take.
And isolation.
Or loss.
Still, there remains a present danger
for family, friends, lovers and strangers.
It is a numbers game, death toll rises,
now, it has been a year since
we’ve lived this crisis.
