An Imaginary Playmate

He had an imaginary playmate
starting in his fifth year of life.
He said she was a little fairy.
His parents knew she wasn’t real,
just an imaginary friend
and weren’t concerned about it.
He still played with her when older
but realized it seemed crazy to
keep talking to an imaginary friend
and kept his friendship secret.
In his sixtieth year of life
he died and learned his friend
was a wife from a former life.

Bob Boyd

Seen and Unseen

Awful people, the world has too many of them.
Nice people, we need more of them.
Sometimes it seems there’s an imbalance
between the awful and the nice,
and I wonder how that plays out in
the world’s collective unconsciousness,
in the peace and disharmony
bubbling daily beneath the surface
of the known and unknown happenings
seen and unseen all over the planet.

Bob Boyd