He stokes the fire at the foot of a dune,
embers and ash
garnishing sun slants.
Waking within reach
of dream’s fading braille,
memory searching for wing bones
in the undertow,
he walks his six foot of solo
alongside bobcat tracks.
Unseen eyes, deep in forest now, passed by
his dreaming face, his long slow breaths
inside immense starlight. Dream eyes
like yellow buoys above sand
marking a threshold.
Smoke dry-brushes the shapes of wind.