Desert Behind The Sky Poem by Austin Wheeler

On the starting line of the race,
During a day clear of all thought,
I glanced up to the canvas of space,
And froze from a sight I had never sought.
A crack formed in the quilted columns white,
And I saw forever, yet knew not why.
A gun sounded, and the others' feet took flight.
But I raced in no motion to the desert behind the sky.
The sun was just a smoky stenciled circle.
The scene was chilled and my core grew hotter.
But it was not till I quit jumping every hurdle,
That sifting dunes turned to rippling water.
I could see the truth and began to run again,
Knowing there was no way I could not win.