Tomorrow I may recite a parable
I do not know tonight. In those
hours between the day’s crimson
sunset and whatever these
forthcoming hours shall bear,
I will surely learn something
worthy of this guileless ambition.
Is this promise or premonition,
or at 3:52 a.m. have I simply
shattered the dream-like trance to
arrive at this state of confusion.
01/17/2023 j.g.l.
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
we only want
we only wait
wondering if
it is possible
we only will
until we try
we are only
human
there are only
possibilities
01/12/2022 j.g.l.
The streetcar does not come
soon enough. A stellar silence
marks a morning where
nothing happens soon enough.
Sunday 6:32 a.m., neither
a day of rest or recompense,
an unremarkable familiarity
blesses these dirty city streets.
Mornings seem gentle when
so few are around to take in
the unlimited inactivity.
01/10/2023 j.g.l.
Consider communication, questions,
concerns, topics of conversation
(in-depth or superficial):
stay informed. Look at it all
from every angle. Ask or inquire.
All answers come with questions.
Have that conversation.
01/06/2023 j.g.l.