My Daddy was a Cowboy

I never knew my dad after I
never heard from him either.
I grew curious about a man who
I’d never seen but who loomed inside
my dreams. I could see him riding
down a dusty road on a horse from the sunset.
I watched him ride close to me
/and I knew it was him. There he was on a
his great mare, he gave his hand to me and
pulled me in front of him. Dad told me
to hold on tight and don't be frightened.
We flew away, Everything moved hard and fast.
I felt his body pressed to mine, but he never spoke a sound.
My father passed his hand over my shoulders
and placed my head on his chest. I
felt his heart pounding. We galloped
away. We watched the road ahead, Dad
lit up a Winston cigarette.
I wanted more from him. I wished to confess all my
him my dreams and fears and all the
secrets I carried in my pocket that I
never told anyone. I begged
him to stay but he vanished into his own world.
My Dad was never a real cowboy but
he belonged in his own place in time where the
sky was always blue and people were few
and far between.