Reflections of Mada
Reflections of Mada*
By Karen Wang
She is a soap bubble:
Ebullient
with properties of things that taste like summer
such as secret champagne and meadows,
hammocks in dappled sunshine.
it makes sense that she grows bolder as the days grow longer
warmer air rises after all.
Iridescent
possessing a rainbow hue of emotions
that shine and delight
outsiders from a distance
with her vibrant expression
that runs as deep as her skin.
Transparent
honest, and on display for all to see
for themselves, in themselves.
but empty and hollow,
a thin film pocketing air.
air that is her life
essential to respiration and buoyancy
and keeping her insides from caving in.
“cave squared” is too much -
just breathe.
Evanescent
the worry that pales her frail body
as it fuels her desperate fall colors
is that one day they will stop looking
and she will cease to amaze,
to matter, to exist.
Spent
she thinks the pressure from the outside is too much
when really it’s the loss of internal energy.
what she fears makes her shrink
into this compact little sphere
it’s endearing like kittens in teacups
on calendars that last a year.
she envies their longevity when it’s winter -
just breathe
but she just doesn’t realize that
all this time
her inhalation of air
meant her exhalation of life.
she gave too much.
She is a soap bubble:
let’s watch her pop, it’s what she would’ve wanted.
let’s watch her destruction in Our image and then -
just breathe.
* Mada is pride in Hindu theology and a vice that must be overcome in order to escape the eternal suffering.
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