Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


open space

  • to be still

    12/13/2022                                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • all that we see

    we try to find rhythm
    sort out our words

    the same attempt
    the same cadence

    again and again

    again we scratch on
    the empty page

    filling time with
    disjointed memories

    all that we own
    all that we know

    all that we see

    if only our breath
    on a chilly morning

    what will become of our day?

    12/08/2022                                                                                   j.g.l.

  • night thoughts 1:41 a.m.

    Everything is always about
    something else. Even those
    murky cogitations at 1:41 a.m.
    are not about what should be
    my true concerns, but rather
    an excuse to deal with my
    awareness and an unlikely
    return to sleep anytime soon.
    If this doesn’t keep me awake,
    something else surely will.

    12/02/2022                                                                                         j.g.l.

  • season of peace

    Can we make peace with
    ourselves, with our neighbours
    or those we don’t know, of
    another culture or faith, even
    those feeling the effects of
    this harsh reality where
    hatred is spoken freely?

    Can we make peace by
    simply wishing, wanting, and
    waiting for the right time?
    Would we even recognize the
    time in the midst of all the
    horrors we continue to witness
    day to day to on this earth?

    Will we manifest peace in
    our hearts, in this world, in a
    merciless attempt to defy odds,
    to prove the naysayers wrong;
    even if only for the time we
    are even allowed to do so?

    Can this be a season of peace?
    Are there enough of us here who
    might do a little more today,
    are there enough of us who
    really believe in possibilities?
    Is this now the time for peace?

    12/01/2022                                                                             j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

                      Direction uncertain,

                       destination unknown
       or definite

                   We share
                                                     the same sky.

                             Look up,
        know where you are,

           if only for a moment.

                               If only for your self.

    11/24/2022                                                                                                                                                      j.g.l.