Refuge

The wandering spirit.
The homeless.
The stateless.
The sphinx.
Silent and heroic.
The gasps of joy
That escape
From the child’s mouth
Make yourself at home in me.

The Soul

I thought I only saw my soul while meditating
In a field.
And then as I read Rumi
The lakes appeared–the sky cleared and the
Fish and foul spoke in languages known only
To them.
The fog lifted and the mountains became hallowed.
My soul declared itself to me.

Sandy Rochelle is a widely published and award winning poet, actress and filmmaker. Her work has appeared in publications including: Verse Virtual , Wild Word, Dissident Voice, Haiku Universe, Ekphrastic Review, Spillwords  Press, Black Poppy Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Every Day Writer, and others.