Priceless Love

On the dating app, the older single women
listed their financial requirements
averaging 100k a year, sometimes more.

It was as if they were selling themselves
for high price tags rather than seriously
looking for true love.

It was as if they were overpriced sales goods
priced far too high for serious considerations.

I was kinda glad I didn’t make the 100k a year
and felt it wouldn’t have been worth it anyway.
And honestly, I don’t think any of those women
were worth 100k a year, but I do feel some
women are worth more than money can buy.
And if you’re extremely lucky or richly blessed,
you might find one of those priceless women
and win their immeasurable, lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Dinner with the Hare Krishnas

Back in the seventies I was living in Cambridge Mass
when I and two friends saw a sign that read
free dinner with the Hare Krishnas.

Interested in exploring spiritual groups and beliefs,
myself and my friends attended the dinner.

The Krishnas were nice, likable people,
but one thing surprised me.

Like fundamentalist Christians,
they believed Krishna was the only way,
but instead of going to heaven
you went to Krishnaloka.

I was surprised by their dogma
since Hinduism is usually accepting
of other religions and spiritual paths.

Then the unexpected happened.
One of my friends had disappeared
for about ten minutes.

He returned with one of the Krishnas
with the two white lines on his forehead
just like the Krishnas had.

At first, I thought they’d got him.
It was like something out of the
invasion of the body snatcher’s movie.

But then my friend flashed a comical smile,
and I knew he was just going with the
experience for the fun of it
and that he hadn’t been recruited.

Although I was surprised by the Hare Krishna’s
belief that Krishna was the only or best way
to go to a heaven or become one with God,
I have to say their esteemed founder
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
seemed like a real deal saintly Spiritual Master.

Bob Boyd

A Dream of Stealing a Fish

Often I have these dreams
where I’ve done crazy things.
Last night I dreamed
I stole a fish form a coworker
right out of her office
in a fish bowl I brought to work.
And I hid the fishbowl in a closet
to sneak it out of the building
at an opportune moment
when she wouldn’t see
me swiping her fish.

When I work up alarmed,
that I I’d stolen a coworker’s fish,
a mini second later,
I realized I didn’t steal her fish
and that I hadn’t worked
in a year and never
worked in the office
or knew the woman
in my petty theft dream.

Bob Boyd