Markella Smith
Photography and Poem By Heidi Nyquist
How Fast is Love? All massless particles travel at the speed of light But what about Love? How fast does he travel? When will he get here? Will he hear the wishes she whispered to the wind, leaving them, like breadcrumbs on the path? Will he feel her warmth like a cold traveler feels the heat from a stranger’s hearth? Will he know her days are long and her nights are short because she’s raising changemakers? Future Kings? Will he see all the ways she beautifies the ordinary to build their kingdom? She wonders She waits She deepens her roots into the soil and grows new leaves. She learns answers to questions she never even thought to ask. She adorns herself in crystals and moves with the vibrations in the ether. She cries when laughing, and even through tears sees more clearly than she’s ever seen before. One night the moon asked her, “What are you most afraid of?” “Nothing…anymore,” she replied Every fear, failure and loss became a lesson. A chance to learn and find herself. She became the exact person she needed in her life. Zap!!! Just like that. She hears footsteps. “Hello, I’m Love. Nice to meet you.”