9000 Words

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Bedroom at Mom's" Today I drove home. My mom had found David’s suicide note moments before I left, so my departure was quite emotional. The drive was mostly uneventful. I only became infuriated once when one really awful pickup truck driver cut me off east of Midland. I kept my cool and let him go. No need for two assholes in the world. When I got home, my dogs and daughter greeted me. I was adored much with love from all three. My wife also said hello from her recliner and continued to watch TV. After a while my son came out of his room and sat next to me on the couch. We both talked and I imbibed a rum drink to cool my mind after driving for 6 hours. For my wife’s amusement I told her all the gory details of my Dads death.   She seemed to enjoy the conversation.  Then I made dinner for my son and myself. After eating I washed our dishes and put away my luggage. Then I laid for a moment in my bed.    It was dark, I was home, and I felt very

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Starry night on LTL" Would you swim with me in warm summer rain After the party, after champagne A stolen moment for us alone to meet   Two lovers lost in over their feet On a midnight tryst, our masquerade   The envy of many other mermaid Diving towards a nethermost depth   Two fishes intertwined into every breath   Would we come up for air   To find only hands in the others hair An affair of some summer swim Our seven sensual seas of breathless sin   Writhing sliding though rhythmic waves Treading hands as carnal slaves   Searching depths bereft of cloths Our skinny swim like nobody knows

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Scenic Winding Road" Ursula advised me Share one’s true name never  You may call me Scott it’s not so clever I bring you all my prose in hand  It’s just a silly poem few want to understand Why I write for you is nothing new Sharing the me within me my hope of getting close to you I want to look upon your face my eyes allowed to stare Take my hand I will hold yours with great care Behind your windows what will I see Maybe a child in there climbing a tree  Or a playful sprite of wonder and delight  Will you be my true dreamer on a star filled night Would you read my words they are so very few And grant me a chance to get to know the true you

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Two Swans Ice" I wish you could be here with me to behold this moment A wish to see colors reflecting on your face and the sky in your eyes My wish to see you happy here and now For you I pray this every day

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Temple of daybreak" I strode through the snow To capture colors before the sun My work to fill your heart For you are the one