Puddle

Blurred reflection trapped between
The fragments of an azure sky,
The world without is caught within
A worldless question, soundless sigh
Where sidwalk ends and dreams begin
I cannot tell, and will not try.

I'm going to develop this more, I think. I was walking and talking on the phone, and came across this puddle that perfectly reflected everything. Puddles are fascinating. I was like a five-year-old kid who wanted nothing more than a pair of rainboots so I could jump in it.