He spent years wishing he had a wife. After he got one,
he spent years wishing he didn’t have her.
But he stayed with her because he feared being alone
by himself.
He believed in the saying better the devil you know
than the devil you don’t.
His wife felt the same way, and when he disappeared,
she wasn’t worried or distressed,
but felt at least he was useful as compost when
she watered her newly grown plants.
Bob Boyd
The wandering albatross has a wingspan
of on average 10.5 feet.
They can glide through the air for hours
without flapping their wings.
They soar dynamically in the air,
sometimes flying as far as 50,000 miles.
They can fly 500 miles a day with
speeds of up to 80 miles per hour.
They can spend a year or more at
sea without ever landing on land.
They touch down in the water briefly
for food and briefly to avoid shark attacks.
It is believed that when they fly they
also sleep, but nobody knows for sure.
In a way, besting many humans, they
also mate for life.
I would like to feel what feels like being
an albatross in flight.
Bob Boyd
He ponders how everything fades away,
time, material things, a woman’s looks.
Then he wonders if rocks are the
exception, if they erode into nothingness,
and it seems the planet will have to die
before that can happen.
And since rocks don’t appear to have
parents, or consummate, he wonders
how rocks are born.
He learns they come into being by
something called a rock cycle, and
to his amazement, they can live
millions to billions of years.
Then he wonders if rocks have any
sentience, and he learns about
The Panpsychic World, the belief
that consciousness is present in
all things akin to what the Mahayana
Buddhists call the Buddha nature
in all things, sentient and insentient.
He doesn’t know if that theory is
possible, and, right or wrong,
he doesn’t know if reincarnation is valid,
but imagine if reincarnation were true
and all things, sentient and insentient,
would eventually reach an afterlife state
of eternal bliss consciousness.
He likes the thought of that, the
equality and the promise of it.
Bob Boyd
Butterflies flutter in blooming sunflowers.
Squirrels tightrope on telephone wires.
Crows darken clear cloudless skies.
Blue Jays sound alarms in sycamore trees.
Rabbits seek refuge in nearby bushes.
Cars rumble along neighborhood roads.
My mind drifts to sweet, summer days
When our love was so incredibly alive.
Bob Boyd
The seven seas are deep,
but the depth of my love
is deeper for you.
The universe
is endless
as is my yearning
for you.
And If you could
add up all the stars
in all the galaxies
the total would not
come close to
all the love in
my heart for you.
Bob Boyd
Some believe people live inside the earth.
Some believe aliens live inside the moon.
I don’t believe any of that, but I do believe
Bigfoot is real, though I didn’t in the past.
You could say that is nonsense or where
is the corpse or some scat as proof?
My answer is Bigfoot is not earthbound.
And he is said to disappear at times
because he’s interdimensional.
Some say there have been sightings of
UFOs accompanying Bigfoot sightings.
Imagine if Bigfoot was an alien creation.
And if that were true, why would aliens
create and put him on this planet?
All I can say about all of this is these
matters get curiouser and curiouser.
Bob Boyd
He was brilliant in his youth
educated up to a PhD.
But when he got old, his
mind began to slip.
By the time he reached 80,
his mind was a blank.
A dementia destroyed his
mental faculaties, robbed
him of his memory banks.
And turned him into
something like a zombie.
Bob Boyd
I have heard about UFOs entering and exiting the ocean;
naval personnel report seeing them.
Supposedly, when they exit the water, the UFOs are
not wet.
I have also heard that the ocean is a perfect hideaway
for aliens, since much of it is unexplored.
I tend to believe these accounts are true, given the credibility
of naval personnel.
And I believe with all the increasing buzz about UFOs and
aliens and the governments disclosures,
that a historical contact between humans and aliens is
not far off.
Bob Boyd
Home from the Vietnam War, two tours,
Wheelchair-confined, broken body, traumatized mind.
High school sweetheart wife waited through the
years, the tears, the fears. Cared for him,
stayed with him, loved him through PTSD,
times of depression and despair, hospital stays,
many health problems; her love, her caring unwavering
through it all till at age sixty-eight when he died,
wife at his bedside. Could love be truer than that?
Bob Boyd
There are mystics
who say love is the way
to total liberation,
becoming one with God and
getting off the wheel of rebirth,
living forever in eternal bliss.
I love the thought of that.
I’d love to be one with God
and get off the wheel of rebirth
and live forever in eternal bliss.
But, honestly, my love,
I’d rather stay on the wheel
and keep coming back to this life,
forever … in love with you.
Bob Boyd