Seemingly a lesson in simplicity and silence, Hiatt O'Connor's wonderful poem Waiting for Gravity is, in fact, a work of layers.
Suzanne Eaton's windchimes is a meditative discourse on wind and sound, and the tranquility and openness manifested by the simple act of stillness.
In Be Thou My Vision, Rebecca Ramsden reminds us that poetry and holiness can be found anywhere, and in anybody.
Kelly Joslyn's quiet and simple poem Before the Hunt is a childhood reminiscence of her father. The child's early-morning attentiveness to her father extends to the dim lighting and the smell of the tangerine, like looking at an old Polaroid of something from childhood.
'Let's stop for one second,' wrote Pablo Neruda in a poetic manifesto for the very personal and very political act of doing nothing. He imagined the world stopping to catch its breath for a moment, and the 'sudden strangeness' that would emerge.