Retrospective, Agnes Martin
by Susan Barba
painstaking grid of immanence
appearing effortless as leaves or ice
tundra of inscape
reef of nothingness—
on a cold day we climbed inside
the white-walled nautilus
and saw the echoes of the sea.
my young companion,
if I could give you one thing
it would be untitled space
Published on August 22, 2019