Dreams Of Being A Cowgirl
By Cari Kastama
I am in chemotherapy for metastasized breast cancer.
When I go into remission
I will wear cowgirl boots with tooled flowers;
jeans that fit, but not too tight,
and a leather jacket with a six-inch fringe.
I will have a Western shirt embroidered
with silver beads and brightly-colored threads.
I will sing Emmy Lou Harris songs
and laugh and cry at the keyboard.
I will go to rodeos and horse shows,
travel to the desert
and ride an appaloosa among the saguaros.
I will hear the rhythm of the horse’s hooves on the trail,
and in the barn smell the hay.
I will lie by the side of a slow-summer river
and let the horse drink as the water purrs by.
I will feel the wind in my hair
and take in the heat of the valley on my face.
I will live in sunshine and sleep below enormous night skies.
I will drink milk and margaritas, sleep until dawn,
and rise with the light.