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



My Dream House

We build a home and keep
working on it all through life
to have a place in which to die, for
anywhere else death would not be true,
only a disappearance;

the colors of the day
perish with a breeze,
and so does the flavor
of handshakes and hugs,
whether sweet or sour,

but man must go out carrying
the mask of death,
must have a wall where to hang
the finished picture,
the collage of a life,

but it’s more like a group photo without faces,
left at a flea market in the sticking drawer of a chest, 
when it comes to a mislaid life,
a disappearance deprived
of the parting kiss of a living house;

death demands the embrace of walls papered
with snapshots, pictures, bills
and death certificates.

We must build that house
before it can be demolished.

  © Paul Sohar, 2011


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