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



Sunfish Pond

No, I don’t turn into a hawk or
any other bird when I look up
at the sky, swimming on my
back in Sunfish Pond,

I only turn into myself,
the one I undressed on the shore
and let loose naked in the pond to swim

and pretend I was flying like the hawks
in the cool waves of the sky above…
thus I, too, can fly and what’s more
I can enjoy the freedom of flying, 
the freedom of the limitless sky, 

the freedom of a hawk
who can glide right through a
lightning bolt as my earthbound
body can through cigarette smoke

and the hawk can go on flying without
even ruffling a feather or moving a toe,
riding the wind with more ease                                                
and grace then a cloud…

No flying permitted!
Tack that to the wind and see
what hiking boots can do,
if I still find them on the shore…

yet freedom is wherever you demand it,
not only in the sky or the middle of a
forbidden pond or on an unmarked trail…

freedom for a worm is to crawl
for a fish to swim
for a bird to fly
for man to make believe he too
                      can soar into the sky… 

  © Paul Sohar, 2011


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