To The Poem Forever Eluding Detection Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

at the heart of it is a riddle you will not solve

you cannot become the Giver of law to it

in the least of its speaking

you really should stop creaking

beyond all the gold you may heap up

introducing it to the Fold.you cannot hold it

though you bar it from a thousand thousand harbours

it will still be known to God.it will sail on

overflowing with song;

you will not trace its DNA

it was not meant for you that way

and though you fill time and again

its brittle blue pitcher at the teeming well

of your own suppositions about it

still the seas of it will retain their own cunning and

so that you never drink from its brimming.

you may as well go home

where you will find in the spring night air

it's chirping like a star and it is escapading, everywhere, God's darling;

soul of His soul.

mary angela douglas 3 october 2021