When you fall down through the sky

And there's nothing to grab onto

Except air,

And you land on your back

With a thud in the desert sand,

Only then can you see 

That the sky looks blue from earth,

But you know it isn't.

You know the heavens

For the colorless, vacuous nothing they are.

Only then will you ponder your own true identity,

And wonder what color the sun may be.

-jenn