By Heidi Lins
Cracks in the Universe
This one called after the curved moon rose,
and the shoreline broke.
The trees whispered songs of yesterday,
still panting from a summer’s desert.
The shadows heard it, too, but I didn’t bother them
because they did not care whether it was wrong or right.
I knew it in my bones how it would feel- the waves
would break, the rays would pierce the night sky, the earth would
sing lullabies, the weeping willow would no longer cry, stars would die.
This one called after the curved moon rose, and I didn’t feel a thing.
Heidi Lins is a senior English and Writing major at Indiana Wesleyan University. She enjoys reading, traveling, and the written language.