Real and Rare

I am not here.

And, strangely, this is a rare time when I am not looking ahead. But nor am I looking back.

I have moved myself, through time and space.

I have arrived at happiness.

I wondered why it was so profound and far-reaching, why it did not want to let go, why it lingered around me, like an additional aura.

It was because it was happiness, delirious happiness, of the very real and rare kind.

I have returned to it, waiting nurtured in its arms, for the next blissful wave of it to crash over me.