Illustration by Watson Frank
My thoughts weigh now
like the sky on the stars
and like heaven too
my worries are wheeling
through these lonely
dreaming hours
if only for
a moment I could
unhitch the axis of the universe
all would come
to rest
Why this morning?
Why this mourning?
Tears move so many stones
no more than the wind
but if you think this unjust
consider how much more
love moves than stones
I say there is beauty
even in the dying
of the well-loved day
Eleanor Lin (she/her/hers) is a second-year student in Columbia College studying computer science and linguistics. She can be found on Instagram as @elemlin, on Facebook as @eleamlin, and on Twitter as @data_eleanor. You can find her other work at linktr.ee/elealin.