Shifting Sands

Sand dunes pitched high
   break my horizon
      into fractions
         that don’t add up.

Blind thieves steal my compass,
     my eyes strain for tracks,

this dusty throat gasps
     for a sip
          of ocean view —

When a flash flares
          from nowhere,

Now — here.

Alchemical light slips
         past willful sands

as a shift in perception
          opens the sky,

 revealing
          the path that waits.