Sky at my feet

An ordinary parking lot
black and glistening from recent rain,
littered with gravel, scraps,
and marked by many muddy footprints,
suddenly holds portals
to the great beyond.
Magnificent puddles
spreading like small lakes
across the dirty asphalt
mirror the sky above,
and I am falling up into their depths.
Treading carefully
I navigate like a bird
across the sky lying near my feet,
for I hope to not disturb the water
lest I step through the portal,
and shatter the sky into a million pieces.