We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?
05/30/2023 j.g.l.
Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?
05/23/2023 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.
On each of my morning walks, during the past week or so, over the sidewalks and pick-marked pavement of downtown Toronto, I could not help but notice the sounds and sights of autumn.
Last Wednesday (or was it Tuesday?) a chorus of Canada Geese rang out above me as the sun was just rising. I looked up, of course, but could not see the birds above the canopy of trees in the park.
But, I did notice.
I also noticed the leaves, some of them, slowly shifting to the familiar autumn colours. Each day I noticed a few more, but I have not, not yet, been overwhelmed by a shock of orange and yellow leaves.
The temperatures in Toronto remain above average for this time of year, and we have not experienced an overnight frost, so the leaves will continue changing slowly.
They are not in a rush.
Neither am I.
Autumn, often, moves too quickly.
I prefer taking the time.
10/11/2021 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.
