Desert Behind The Sky

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 never sought.
A crack had formed in the quilted white,
Through which I saw forever, yet knew not why.
A gun sounded, and the others' feet took flight,
But I raced inside to the desert behind the sky.
The sun became a smoky, stenciled circle,
This scene was chilled, my core grew hotter.
And it was not till I quit jumping every hurdle,
That the 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.