What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
A new notebook: a place to contain my thoughts. A few pages of my last notebook remain, but now – right now – I need a fresh start.
I couldn’t wait for September (only days away) and I didn’t bother sharpening a new pencil.
I sit in the park with the pigeons, as the parents by the playground allow the children to frolic freely; I intend to do the same with my words and let my thoughts fill the page (maybe two or three), a smattering of poetry, or just words of interest (if only to me).
Write now; right now.
08/26/2022 j.g.l.