Aquarius

A poem by Bethany N. Bella

Heart as hard as flint
Granite, taking for granted the
Abundance of love surrounding
Aiming for higher peaks
Pressing onward and upward
But never outward and backward reaching
For the sturdy support I’ll always need.

Instead,
How could I refuse the refuge of the waves
With eyes the color of sea glass
And hair the wavy of the navy azul?

How could I turn towards the sky and forget about the sea?
I see it right in front of me
The way the water always knew
The deep hues of blue
And the astrologically determined view
Of who I am and always will be:
A child of the mystic sea.