I fell in love with haiku as a child. So short. Here are two that seem to say something about sitting, quiet, and the transitory nature of all things. The authors were contemporaries in 18th century Japan.
saying nothing;
the guest, the host
the white chrysanthemum—Ryota Oshima
Presented by Patricia Donegan (“Silence: Stillness” Trike Daily, 15 Apr 2016)
lighting one candle
with another candle
— spring evening—Yosa Buson
Presented by Poemhunter.com (Yosa Buson: Biography)