This is exquisite, Stew, both in scope and tone. The idea of deep time is so often flattened in modern life—reduced to museum timelines or geology class diagrams. But here, you’ve made it visceral. The poem breathes with rhythm. Sediment, stone, and then story.
Your shift in meter in the final stanza is really effective—like the tempo of time itself has changed as we enter the present. Thank you for bringing such poetry to science, and such humility to our moment.
On the long flight home from Australia, I watched Flow. There's a relationship here that feels more than coincidental. We're good like that, aren't we?
This is exquisite, Stew, both in scope and tone. The idea of deep time is so often flattened in modern life—reduced to museum timelines or geology class diagrams. But here, you’ve made it visceral. The poem breathes with rhythm. Sediment, stone, and then story.
Your shift in meter in the final stanza is really effective—like the tempo of time itself has changed as we enter the present. Thank you for bringing such poetry to science, and such humility to our moment.
On the long flight home from Australia, I watched Flow. There's a relationship here that feels more than coincidental. We're good like that, aren't we?
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt4772188/
Thanks for your careful and appreciative reading. Deep time is not on a lot of people’s minds. But evidence is always underfoot, and all around.