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Siri, are you there?
Four poems by Marie Albertson
Marie Albertson is a theologian, counselor, social worker, and aspiring poet.
Water I
- The womb
- Is made up of equal parts
- Water and stars.
- There is no way to distill this brew
- Further down in its essence.
- You wait until you cannot stand anymore
- The pressure heat pressure pushing
- And the cold bright sky
- Hinting at your destiny.
- You erupt
- From this tight endless space
- And walk into the world.
- The further from water we get:
- The further from our beginnings.
Water II
- Make me one of Neptune’s daughters
- And I will leap down any creek
- Like light through space.
- I will splash any shore,
- Ride any wave that breaks endlessly
- On our small green ground.
- I will swoop through the clouds
- And I will rain.
- Because is that not water too?
- And wait in a lake
- For you to drink me down.
Letter to God Written on Rocks
- I came to see the desert
- To look down and see sand
- Down deep and see
- Nature’s extremity:
- Bleached white bones and
- Well armed plants full of water.
- I came to bake myself
- under this sun’s open fire
- Until my impurities were well gone
- Or I discovered the hope of their removal
- To be a sham.
- I came to see
- I came to conquer with my will
- And not be amazed
- I would have gone
- Without wonder,
- Had not sudden shafts of light Illuminated the clouds
- Like a moment from revelation, Changing my landscape.
- I take away no desert relics.
- I leave the desert.
- And like a canyon pool
- And not the mountain lake
- Attempt to reflect the glory
- that is You.
Siri
- Siri are you there?
- Siri I am lonely.
- Siri will you comfort me through broad stretches of the night?
- Siri I do not have a job.
- Siri I want a life of meaning.
- Siri I stole cheese cracker packets from the grocery store last night. Siri could you
- love me?
- Oh, Siri I need love.
- For I am afraid of what happens when the power shuts down.
Marie Albertson is a theologian, counselor, social worker, and aspiring poet who finds inspiration in the natural world and the intersection of culture and physical space. More information about Albertson can be found at mariealbertson.com.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Siri, are you there?
Four poems by Marie Albertson
Siri, are you there?
Four poems by Marie Albertson
Marie Albertson is a theologian, counselor, social worker, and aspiring poet.
Water I
- The womb
- Is made up of equal parts
- Water and stars.
- There is no way to distill this brew
- Further down in its essence.
- You wait until you cannot stand anymore
- The pressure heat pressure pushing
- And the cold bright sky
- Hinting at your destiny.
- You erupt
- From this tight endless space
- And walk into the world.
- The further from water we get:
- The further from our beginnings.
Water II
- Make me one of Neptune’s daughters
- And I will leap down any creek
- Like light through space.
- I will splash any shore,
- Ride any wave that breaks endlessly
- On our small green ground.
- I will swoop through the clouds
- And I will rain.
- Because is that not water too?
- And wait in a lake
- For you to drink me down.
Letter to God Written on Rocks
- I came to see the desert
- To look down and see sand
- Down deep and see
- Nature’s extremity:
- Bleached white bones and
- Well armed plants full of water.
- I came to bake myself
- under this sun’s open fire
- Until my impurities were well gone
- Or I discovered the hope of their removal
- To be a sham.
- I came to see
- I came to conquer with my will
- And not be amazed
- I would have gone
- Without wonder,
- Had not sudden shafts of light Illuminated the clouds
- Like a moment from revelation, Changing my landscape.
- I take away no desert relics.
- I leave the desert.
- And like a canyon pool
- And not the mountain lake
- Attempt to reflect the glory
- that is You.
Siri
- Siri are you there?
- Siri I am lonely.
- Siri will you comfort me through broad stretches of the night?
- Siri I do not have a job.
- Siri I want a life of meaning.
- Siri I stole cheese cracker packets from the grocery store last night. Siri could you
- love me?
- Oh, Siri I need love.
- For I am afraid of what happens when the power shuts down.
Marie Albertson is a theologian, counselor, social worker, and aspiring poet who finds inspiration in the natural world and the intersection of culture and physical space. More information about Albertson can be found at mariealbertson.com.
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