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In My This Time
Richard Eric Johnson

—for LLF

times of the tides
are scientifically predictable
not so much gusting winds
blowing sand into our eyes
umbrellas and towels away

times of love and arguments
hover in predictabilities
and of course extraneous forces
tease laughter tears and muse

your time my time
I write occasional lines
and those tidal waves of heart
keep me stay

—
Richard “Eric” Johnson is a graduate of Indiana University and holds a B.A. in Germanic Languages and an M.S. in Education. Eric has five previously published volumes of poetry: Of Museums, Monsoons and Mausoleums (1998), Schemes of Consciousness (2003), Memoir Poetic of a Naked Cop (2013), Watching Angels Dance by Candlelight (2019), and Free Air Berlin: Of A Wall And A Walnut Tree (2022). His poetry has appeared in numerous online and print journals.

Eric served in Viet Nam and West Berlin with the U.S. Army before beginning a career in law enforcement as a road patrol officer with the Marion County Sheriff’s Department in Indianapolis. After retiring, Eric traveled overseas with his wife who was likewise stationed in Germany with the U.S. Army. They now happily reside in Arlington, Virginia.

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