sunday morning

the church is full
this morning. a man
leans
on his elbows, eyes closed.
the brush
of his eyebrows flicker.
he teeters
in half sleep.
the children
are restless.
the congregation has
other things
on their mind.
a baby cries.
the homily dry and old.
rehashed.
the people are in long
coats.
sweaters and scarves.
the world
outside
is cold.
but some are there
for the real thing.