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.
An immediate pandemic response becomes especially difficult given that there is no absolute frame of reference. As Canada battles COVID-19, as we try to overcome physical and emotional stress, and cope with the uncertainty, the questions remain.
Where are we? What does the science tell us?
Yesterday’s news is tomorrow’s history.
This is what it is, or the falsification of cumulative principles and guidelines instead of what it used to be. If we can come to a new understanding about context and expectations, we’d realize our lives will not continue as we once thought. The time has come to see if we benefit from where we are going. We have become weak and uncertain in this year of transition even despite our resilience, uninhibited critical thinking in these circumstances, and will to look past our politicians and their blatant creation of future facts with an accelerated level of deception. Living within an unacceptable timeline, we have been forced to accept this tragically dangerous behavior, ignoring the warning signs and persistent questions about sustainable strategies.
There is so little truth, even less trust, and a direct connection between fear and stimulating misinformation. There’s never a dull moment in the daily struggle to find an honest moment of any value. A pandemic is a pandemic, is a pandemic.
That’s easy to explain and hard to fix.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.