In another time
he would be a cowboy.

He still wears boots and hat,
carries a leather briefcase
up the back steps
before dawn into an office.

A magniloquent moon hanging
above the trees
lights his nocturnal habits.

He turns a key to get the day
going. He will log in,
check email, review lesson plans
and feel the hard bite of the saddle
between his thighs, thinking
about wide open spaces
and the calling that will not
let him go.