I often wonder what we do in the afterlife.
Where do we live? Do we sleep, and do we
run into people we didn’t like or wouldn’t
want to meet in the afterlife?
My all consuming hope is that we don’t
see people we didn’t want to see in the
mysterious afterlife.
And I don’t believe that people who were
annoying, jerks, or just plain mean
become automatically nice in the afterlife.
But Mike McHugh, Joe Drew, already there,
I hope I see you. And at least one of the
women that I should have been with
but didn’t know she was interested in me
until it was too late.
And I think maybe spirits sleep on beds
and pillows made of the softest cumulus
clouds ever.
And maybe between sending blessings
to all those in the world, you bliss out
the rest of the times in surreal fields of
wonderment, peace and ineffable joy.
Bob Boyd