Closer To The Sun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink gold fish
Like a girl;
I look at you
Sideways
With your guys.
I wonder how many
Clouds live in
The sky,
And how long they live.
I want to find your
Secret hearts
And survive.
And I want to build a
Castle of chicken wire and
Papier-mâché
Light enough to float enshrouded
By airplanes;
To steal your beautiful days
Away with me
Into the sky;
I wonder if I could:
What shapes you
Might take
Whistling in the kitchens
Closer to
The sun.