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.
Boundaries
we come to know, and believe.
Tried, tested, often failed.
How can we reach out if we don’t know
how far we have gone from stranger
to acquaintance. Or lovers.
Former to later.
Boundaries seemed not to matter.
Overwhelmed, still and again,
self-doubt and denial I am unable to confess
even to myself.
And you.
We may long for the same things
in different places
Boundaries undefined.
We may never know who we are
and still we see.
Beyond this naked ambiguity, we clutch our breath,
gobsmacked at the power or potential
of what could happen.
Love, acceptance,
expressed, received.
It is not logic that takes us
where we want to go, but
emotion that pulls us along.
We see in others
what we want to see.
We look past boundaries
when this sense of unknowing
is all that you know.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
