GODS SECRETS

GODS SECRETS
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The train slowly moves into the station
and the purple rain unveils my Grandmother.
Just as I had remembered her
she saw me clearly in this dimension.
She smiled and laughed.

I asked her why she had an umbrella
and she replied the rain couldn’t touch her skin.
But if her skin was ghostly and translucent
how could it possibly be touched, I asked.
God’s secrets …
as she faded back into her time zone.
God’s secrets ….
as she disappeared into the abyss …