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.

From: http://www.harvardreview.org/content/retrospective-agnes-martin/

Date: 2019

by: Susan Barba (19??- )