This love

This love began as a star-gazed wish on a soft white sand beach in the middle of the pacific It slowly cracked itself open from a tiny turtle hatchling buried egg. It swam vast migratory distances across the strongest ocean currents and through the most insecure of seas over months and un-numbered days. This love sat. confused, lightstarved, anxious in the hold of a huge iron cargo ship in the Panama Canal. Due to unforeseen circumstances, delivery was delayed and little bits of licourice in the boxes sharing its sightless cavity melded into blackened shapeless blobs beside it. Idle In the stifling heat of a Central American sun This love has patiently waited its turn as the swirlers around it tried to distract and destabilize. It walked unscathed through the dilapidated carriages of ghost trains from past lovers. It stayed it course through the haunted house of paranoid misperceptions. It remained unphased by the crazy mirrors, reflecting as real, their misshapen distortions and monstrous deformities. This love has discreetly refrained from interrupting. It has not passed judgment, offered well-meaning advice or interjected. It simply observed and allowed many preceding years of angered argument and pointless drunken circular conversation. Blameless. This love has not asked for any contracts or plans, imposed any conditions or talked endlessly about the future. This love has survived the wars miraculously unharmed. Ninja-like. It has sidestepped confrontation and conflict by refusing to get involved, prove a point or lecture its hosts on how they should really ‘get their shit together’. This love has no sensory boundaries or limitations.. It can hear every single cillea-fine sound and see even the most minute fractal haired detail. It has over a thousand trillion tastes and can be detected in the faintest of smells from every imaginable olfactory permutation. It responds to the slightest touch and can always be felt close at hand, even from the furthest distance. This love is all that it can be.