Summer Madness

You have lost all immanence

to remember you I must explore

the  forms your absence takes in me.

Ended is the fruitless search,

the silly games I played

and you with stoic stance, endured.

My summer madness has had

A winter’s resolution.

There will be no aurora lights in night sky

or solstice to mark, nor easy camaraderie to keep

but a journey, silent and intent.

An unwinding of all the selves.

And in the end perhaps, surrender

to that uncertain grace.

                                                                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                              Antonia Baranov