The one and only poem I’ve ever written, I had to write, because writing a poem was a college course assignment.
The funny thing is… even after so many years, the poem comes back to me, occasionally.
The thing about poems, I remember from school, is their meaning, often, is open to interpretation. Someone interprets them one way. Someone else interprets them in other ways, entirely.
The thing is… I, myself, have been trying to figure out the exact meaning of my one and only poem.
I’m wondering if the words happened to come back to me just now, because of very rough and troubling current events.
Anyway… here’s my poem:
I know not why angels die
Or why they walk over a precipice so high
Always fearing the fall to mental oblivion
Always fearing the rise to an unobtainable blindness.
Go figure what the heck it means.
Harvey Radin is former senior vice president in charge of corporate communications and media relations, Bank of America Western Region. He makes his home in Redwood City, CA.