I ran with the wind like a boy/in the journey of my solitude … David Lehman
By Perry Nicholas I guess I never knew lonely
to be more than simple loss
or someone’s label for afraid.
Running through my veins is thin love
I am permitted to retain a while longer.
Lonely is not of importance –
it’s the lack of flow before
there’s a chance to complete the journey.
What’s next? What time will you wake me?
I rarely let fear win,
never turn my back to run,
only worry I’ll cut short my poem
of you, and what we are composing
will empty slowly like this eight-hour drip. Contributor’s Note: PERRY NICHOLAS will read from his work at 7 p.m. Friday at Dog Ears Bookstore, 688 Abbott Road, and again as part of a Spring Fling poetry, music, and art event from 6 to 9 p.m. April 2 at 1045 Elmwood Art Gallery. He is an associate English professor at Erie Community College North Campus and the author of four book-length collections of poetry and three chapbooks, the most recent of which is “Emergency Visit” (2015).