Patrick Meeds

SOMETHING WILL SURELY GROW

I will plant a backyard garden

and spend my summer dancing rain

from the sky. I will welcome bees.

Sing scarecrow songs. I want to be

as far away from the blindness of winter

as I can get. Open the windows.

At night, the moon will watch over my seeds

and I will sleep in the dewy grass

dressed in my Sunday best. In the morning

I will wake with the taste of soil on my tongue

and all around me ants and worms will be

asking questions. I will tell them hush,

do not worry, little friends. Gather yourselves

and continue your work. From all these tiny graves

something will grow.

Patrick Meeds lives in Syracuse, NY and studies writing at the Syracuse YMCA’s Downtown Writer’s Center. He has been previously published in Stone Canoe literary journal, the New Ohio Review, Tupelo Quarterly, the Atticus Review, Whiskey Island, Guernica, East by Northeast, Door Is A Jar, Jokes Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Doubly Mad, What Are Birds?, The Main Street Rag, and Toho Journal.