Saturated

 

 

Write something that defines and relates your life to the word Saturated. 

 

Here is my effort:

 

Saturated by tex norman

 

 

Who has not stood to face some

stunning feat of nature, a chaotic muddle

of mud, stone, flora and fauna, all artfully

placed, and been awed by such a

view? We have looked, and having

been moved, we say, “I must soak

up this view, I must immerse myself

in this stunning majesty of Nature, I

must absorb it all to my saturation

point, as if a view had anything

in common with a cup of jostled Joe,

or the proverbially cried over spilt milk.

Is that what I mean by “Saturated?”

 

No, I think that definition’s too abbreviated.

Our head is like a bone bowl

and data is poured into our

brains via vision, and hearing, and time

and we are so soaking saturated by

life and our brain is so much

more absorbent than photo

paper, that we are absolutely sure that

we always know what we think

we know.           

 

              I have, more than once

been caught in the rain, arriving home

drenched, soaked, and most definitely saturated by

rain. I could not have been more

saturated as I stood on the welcome

mat of my own house feeling most

unwelcomed as I shout through the door

“I am totally saturated, my honey pie.”

And she says, “I’ll put towels in

the garage. Get undressed there and dry

off there,” says my sweetness, my warmness,

my corn muffin. And in I come,

still moist, as nude and wet

as the day I was born

and wondering, ‘Might I be saturated with

life? Could I have soaked up as

much living as I can hold and

unable to hold more? Is it possible

that I, unable to take in one

more drop of life, am now ready

for what comes next? Perhaps I am

ready to be squeezed out, wrung out,

and tossed out, having served my purpose.

 

But maybe life is more like an

artist’s brush, designed to be saturated with

color. Perhaps I am not fully ready

for use until I am saturated, with pigments,

and being so saturated that I can spread,

mark, blend, define the darkness

and the light and make clear that there’ll

always be middle tone grays in my life.