The Living House

That there was a living house One small enough for them to fill its walls Bulging with life Every night the roof bowed And the floors quaked But it made stronger To be a guest in it was to overflow But the walls could handle it They lived in that house like they lived in their car And lived in their truck In a way that everyone looking through The window would say "That there is a living house" But they lived life not for the windows But for the walls and for the doors No one had to speak for it to be true For they were a living listening tree Falling in the woods Just to hear the quake of the ground Beneath their worn wood