In the quiet

Between the inhale and the exhale,
that's where I want to reside,
make that small pause a sturdy house,
a small house with a woven,
rust-colored rug and a pot-bellied stove.
There's a rocking chair in one corner,
small table in another, narrow bed
under the window. And when I wake up
before dawn, my curtain is night and
full of stars.