I watched At Eternity's Gate last night, a film about the life of Vincent Van Gogh (the artist of Starry Night and others). It's an incredibly atmospheric film and left a lot of open space to let the mind wander, which for me, I tend to love.

Anyway, it inspired a poem out of me which never happens. So here you go.

I love to see the small, intricate, quiet moments

Where the space between words

Hangs

On your lips

A breath before speaking

Breadth

Where everything exists

In emptiness

That is full