Dispatch #31

After Robert Ryman

Robert Ryman. Untitled. 1965.

Untitled, 1965 (After Robert Ryman)

You were already gone
in monochrome scaffolds
where time is texture
and vision apprehends vision
in the flash before form finds a name.
Here there’s no room for a self to sift through.
These minute strips of white—
glacial in the right light and mind—
dislodge from the cling of language.
At the frame’s edge thought stops
on a gray splotch: an imagined origin.