
only a shadow
only the light
only confusion
only a night
only a breath
only my own
only a shadow
only alone
01/26/2021 j.g.l.
I set the wristwatch each morning.
I notice
time calculates the depth of distraction.
An adjustment,
simply a few minutes.
In the digital realm consistency is provided.
Analogue time needs to be acknowledged.
A favourite watch keeps track of the nostalgia.
It is not always accurate,
but true.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Movement, not always motion. Steadfast in
my intentions, I will seek a deeper understanding,
not always evident, or available, in the moment
Somewhere not far behind these sullen thoughts,
materialities of bygone days will eventually creep
into patterns I wish to avoid.
I have been here before, mentally or spiritually.
Geographically it does not matter.
The streets continue to blur on by.
Alone with my consideration or apprehension,
I can only try to look beyond the days, behind
shadows of the ever-present aftermath.
I am trying not to do anything I have done.
Before. All of this. Still constant conviction
haunts me, as it often does.
Why should this evening be any different?
Only the direction has changed.
I am going to, instead of coming from.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
When the fog lifts
will it show what it hides
inside
our comfortable homes
and uncomfortable lives
When the morning lights
will we see what is
within
our tangible disappointments
and inequitable sins
When the night moves
will you still find me there
will you
offer your wisdom
or a cold vacant stare
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Aches and pains
from another day: physical,
psychological, anything but
understandable.
Or avoidable.
It all gets in the way.
We all hurt. We all heal,
by and by, in our own time
exercising empathy with others,
as much as ourselves.
Compassion.
Understanding.
We can only try,
we can only do what we
have the strength for
today, or any other day.
We grieve, if need be.
We all hurt. We will all heal.
We just don’t know when
or why or how to
deal with everyday
aches and pains.
01/22/2024 j.g.l.