POETRY BY SONA MAPLE

No Home by Sona Maple 

I have no home.

Portraits hang in memory with no wall.

I have nothing, yet I remember it all.

I have no home, invisibly visible, locked in endless roam.

Have I ever had it all?

Perhaps when I was blanketed with the summer hays,

swam alongside the white lotus’s roots in praying crawl.

Sang for the comets of life cycle, 

far away from monsters, close enough to sunlit rays.

Is the home shielded walls or gracious words?

I have no home.

Covered by the snowy frost.

At last…

Far away, rescued from endless roam, from being lost.