Not To Be Mistaken

let us write in invisible writing never to be perceived
unless by the Unseen
to blend silverly into the rains

to siphon off the sun
and to become gold there.
where else can it be said

that poets are read
except now perhaps among angels
and those no longer

citizens of earth
where it is hard to sing
out of the stream

where the mystics don't fit in
but bend the other way
in order not to be mistaken

for leaders.

mary angela dougla s24 june 2017