Sunday Morning Service

I wake, sometime 
around 10am
it’s another dull
gray
Sunday 

A heavy mist
swathes the skies,
bringing chills
and angry hawoos 
from the husky I 
promised
walks 

My wife sleeps in,
kids suction themselves
to tablets 
and Nintendos 

A heavy sigh to
match the tinge 
of the 
near-noon sky

Oh well

Could be worse

I could be in church