Sunday Morning

Davey, Daisy and
Dipper gather
On the terracotta tiles for morning
Mass. To worship the weather pages,
The waft of marmalade on granary toast,
A twenty minute prayer
As he completes the crossword on time.
A final yawn, stretch, and then— praise be!
Rising for the final ritual,
A plate in the sink, a key in the pocket,
A tangle of leashes and limbs
And the door cracks open
To the wind-ruffled heather.