Another Jeff Parke Challenge
DNB April 2004
The ocean depths were quiet:
"Low-deposition phase",
Just like my life before you came, when nothing filled my days.
Far, far away ‘twas springtime
And melt was what the snow did:
The rivers flowed down mountainsides and sediment eroded.
And as I sat alone, meanwhile,
With sentiments depressed,
The current, drawn by gravity, across the shelf progressed.
And as it poured to the abyss,
Geology unfurled:
Just like a sand-endensened flow, you swept into my world.
And as it flowed downslope it carved
A canyon long and sinuous,
Just like the way you made my life a run of joy continuous.
And as it reached the deepest flats,
It dumped its load of gravel,
Just like the way you came and caused my heartstrings to unravel.
The current slowed, the sands they flowed
In convoluted laminae,
Just like the way your shapely curves brought out the kinky man in me.
The sediment arranged into
An upwards-fining section,
Just like the way you made life fine, by all your sweet affection.
"Organics in the sand and mud
To precious oil mature",
Just like the treasured memories I’ll have of your allure.
But then the flow became dispersed
As sediment ran out,
Just like the way you left and turned my love life inside-out.
So all returned to how ‘t had been --
I sat in my front room
As smatterings of mud topped off une classique séquence Bouma.
And nought is left to add
Except a full-pelagic ooze,
Just like the way you left me here to drown myself in booze.
As nature strangely leaves its mark
And memory engenders,
So all I have’s my turbidite, my springtime to remember.