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.
From: http://www.harvardreview.org/content/retrospective-agnes-martin/
Date: 2019
by: Susan Barba (19??- )