This poem symbolizes one of my fundemental life-ideals: In my preferred (and rather idealistic) residential location, I would live close enough to a bus line to have access to a nearby town, yet far enough from the urban center that I can't see the city lights at night. This could apply to any location, in almost any country.

When I first wrote "Stillness at Last", I'd planned to use it as the starting paragraph of a short story project I'd been working on. However, the end result sounded too poetic to fit in with the more objective tone used in the rest of the story, so I created a standalone poem based off of that one paragraph.