The Wayward Orchard / Paul Sohar

About the Author

Sunfish Pond
Requiem for a Refugee Camp
Summer Past
The Geese Were Gone
The Wayward Orchard
Mount Katahdin
A Tour Without Virgil
The Ravished
My Dream House
The God of Spring
The (Last) Party
The Secret
The Other
This Wall
Little Night Music
Being and Its Skin
Grandma’s Silence
The Ruler of the Mirror
The Silent Dreamer
Keep It Simple
• Canyon Dreams 



Canyon Dreams

Only in mile-deep silence do
red rocks flex their muscles and
scale the walls to watch the virgin
chasm crying out between them;

the sky overflows with blue
well-rehearsed harmonies,
but the pillars soak up
the excess chords along with those

who come here to listen to
the color of red rocks and seek
their powerful embrace: flesh
no matter how hard it speaks

is only flesh flexed and open
and ready to be sacrificed
to the heavy shadows discarded
like pods by the rising pillars,

they stand and fall with the blue
rhythms of the sky; sweat blends
into those who get lost down here
and makes them grow as cliffs.

  © Paul Sohar, 2011