Hesitation is seldom efficient.
Moments become a weakness.
Alone. Struggling with the blur
from one day to the rest. You
try to see the hidden meaning.
Will you write the right words?
Finding certain rhythm, sorting
out time. Each step or notion,
guarded breath or concurrent
emotion. Seconds, then minutes,
comprise a day. No silence with
solitude. No path. Today. Clues,
random dogma, unclaimed truth,
passive aggression, as you work
your way through to the answer
in plain view. Mystery in the grid.
Seeking substance in this puzzle.
Will you look again tomorrow?

© 2020 j.g.lewis

     Morning observations rarely register
             as we wake and wander our way 
             through infant hours. 
It takes a moment for 
the mind to come alive while
the gravity of the day settles in.
               We fail to notice little things,
   considerably more substantial days ago, 
   perhaps once meaningful or spiritual,
   now displaced as the second hand
   of the wristwatch sweeps onward.
       Afford yourself opportunity 
   to be distracted by butterflies, soon
   a scent of lilacs, freesia, even the taste of
   spring rain or requisite morning coffee.
       In days so rent with common 
       occurrences, look beyond 
       what is there.
 
05/02/2024                                                                                 j.g.l.

This search for wholeness, an
unforgiving quest to find a
natural state in a world of
compromise, deceit, and fate.
My self, my view, my impulse 
or intention too far beyond 
what I am or have now.
Deep thoughts, a deeper longing 
for an uncomfortable truth 
mainly comprised of falsehoods.
What is behind this fragile shell?
What has it done to protect me?

04/29/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.