I drive down a whitish scar
to reach my house
before skidding to a gravelly halt –
to avoid hitting the house.
My daughter skips down the same scar
and greets me with muscular, emotional hugs.
It’s only a few days we won’t see each other
but who knows what may happen.

I trust destiny with all my heart
but still I am afraid.
Can anyone tell me where happiness lies?
I ask from my cooped-up-bedroom-cum-office –
I know it’s got a great view of Mt. Warning but
that’s irrelevant.

Yes, existence replies, it’s in your universal being,
transcending all history and genetics,
pervading every moment,
reaching out for you.