How To Steal The Sky

Stealing the sky is nothing
to be done in secret,
in denim-dark nights:
it’s a deed for bold days,
best done in bright midday glory,
as you take armfuls of blazing azure
and, smiling wildly, hold it to your chest
in cerulean rapture and sapphire bliss,
the heat of noon clinging to your shirt
as you descend the ladder,
laden with everything brilliant,
everything blue,
everything sky-sharp,
everything new.