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



The Secret

Sometimes my secret and I go
hand in hand together
out into the street and smile
at the averted eyes and curious wrinkles
passing by,
but mostly it’s just the two of us together,
very close like
a table and the vase standing on it or
a window and its faithful shade,
very close like
a book and the hand that holds it open,
that’s how close we are,
with a finger slipped between the pages
while the book is spread wide open
by a hand glued firmly to the spine,
that’s how close we are,
I and my big secret,
when we hold hands in public
as if in each other
we each possessed the life
promised to us by a song
on a soft radio from the neighbor’s
backyard at blossom time.

  © Paul Sohar, 2011