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)