lazy slumber

you awaken
early
then doze
back to sleep
to sound of birds
and rain,
the chatter
of each
upon branches
fresh with new
leaves. doors
open and close
as the neighbors
that go to church
go religiously
each sunday,
you hear the clicking
of their church
shoes
along the sidewalk,
quiet
in their hurry
to get to mass,
while you, peeking
through the blind
will keep yours here,
between the sheets,
in a lazy
grateful slumber.