cowboy

you sell your
house, you buy
a pair boots,
cowboy boots,
you google horses
online, and pick
one out, a palamino.
you know nothing
about horses, but
you want to be
a cowboy and ride
the range. you
phone in to your
boss and tell
him your plans,
he laughs, of course,
he has no vision,
no clarity about
life in general.
you see yourself
riding the plains,
with your hat,
your feet in
the stirrups, your
hands holding
the reins,
finally.