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




I watched the one with windswept eyes,
whose smile had withstood the storm,
that was the one who wrenched my gaze
away from future’s maps and tools
and carved in me a thirst for winds.

The winds of swooping valleys and
defiant cliffs massaged my throat,
yet thirsty I am for more of it
and more of everything around,

for something even past that face
whose eyes have never met with mine;
we wrestled with the same warm wind
but lost our way on trails apart.

  © Paul Sohar, 2011