This house, it breathes,
Beneath brick and plaster board,
Within the confines of creaking
Floorboards and closed doors,
It exhales the dreams of sleeping
Souls,
It inhales the stars and the clouds,
The distant echoes of car alarms
And the unmistakeable bark
Of a dog that is carried by the wind,
I lay in bed,
Nestled in the sheets,
Head on the pillow,
I feel the earth move beneath me,
I feel the expanse of a brickwork
Ribcage,
I am calm, I am content.