J.C. Bloem was good at short poems - here's one

breathing

Finding itself alone beneath the gleaming

Of autumn stars that glitter high above

A world grown calm, the heart can now approve:

There’s little more to life on earth than breathing.

But that is: in this vale’s depths to coerce

Into one’s self a space immensely greater,

And then, one shared unsteady moment later,

Return it to the plundered universe.