the past two-thousand years were written
by fishermen bound by stars,
hailed the twelfth sign like a boomerang,
cheered for a child with god in his eyes,
became crusaders for closure (and killers because of it).
they went back to the sea—
didn’t like it;
went to the moon—
this isn’t enough for me;
i am sixteen in repeated history,
waiting for everything to come full-circle.
astrology never helps.
it isn’t enough
to be a water-child
who doesn’t care for swimming;
the world is spinning to the cosmos,
and the roman fish has nothing to say
to my young self (pisces, in the age of pisces).
Uma Arengo is a junior at Long Beach High School in Lido Beach, New York. She has been published by Sandpiper Magazine and has received honors from the Lake Effect National Poetry Contest and the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. In addition to writing, she enjoys painting, crocheting, problem-solving, and other creative endeavors.