Stillness

Written by: Joanne Cook

The error
To consider the space
Empty
Assigning no value to the void
 Of seemingly little consequence
Akin to the nothingness that holds
The flame precariously above the delicate candlewick

That was before I understood its purpose
This deceptive illusion of nothingness
Rendering me blind to the power of contrast
In stillness
Invisible boundaries of time
Sound
Energy
Sharpening focus on the material
Just as the division of words on the page
Or distance between those in a crowd
The moments of silence between the calls of the bush birds
Paradoxically separating as they unite.

The stillness no longer
An empty place
To avoid
Rather permission to pause.