Day: July 13, 2025

A bug is zigzagging through a large tree.
What or who in creation made him like that?
And why in heaven does he fly that way?
Was he high on some tree bark drug?
Had he gone mad and was out of his head?
Or does he just get a thrill flying like that?
I think I’ve unlocked this zigzag mystery.
He flies that way to attract females.
It must impress them to see his skills,
his wooing zigzagging ways.

Bob Boyd

Billions and billions of people on the planet
None of them as important to yourself as you.
None of them as important to myself as me.
In my view, none of us are important in the
ever living and dying billions and billions.
Maybe of no more importance than the
10 quintillion insects crawling, hopping,
and flying all over and around the world.
It’s as if the numbers diminish us despite
our natural importance to ourselves.
It’s as if despite the events and dramas
in our lives, we matter little overall
except to ourselves and our preservation.

Bob Boyd

A guru once said life was like a picnic table.
Once you get it set up a bear tips it over.
I equate that with everything can be going
great in your life until something goes wrong.
Sometimes the wrong is the end of your life.
A tragic accident or a murder erases you.
Sometimes it’s a life altering event and
you spend the rest of your life disabled.
Sometimes it’s the loss of a love that
you never thought would leave you.
The bottom line is in this world you
never have any guarantees of a serene
life, and at any moment all your hopes,
all your plans, all your dreams, can be
tipped over or destroyed. This is why
I yearn for the afterlife where I believe
one’s picnic table never gets tipped over.

Bob Boyd

In a dream, a guy had snapped.
He began firing a gun at me.
A table stood between us.
I pushed the table into him.
Bullets whizzed past me.
A bystander was shot to death.
A woman to my right was unharmed.
Somebody finally shot the shooter.
It might have been me.
The police arrived to investigate.
I felt they thought I was a murderer.
Then I woke up and wondered how
the hell I had such a crazy dream.

Bob Boyd