Backyard Burial

They buried me today.

A small funeral, only one person attended, and they opted not to use a casket. With cupped, gloved hands, they placed me, naked, in the ground, and covered me with dirt.

It rained that night. Water seeped into the soil and nourished me. I start to wonder if I’m actually dead.

Time passes. I expand and grow stronger. The weather’s changing; I can feel sunlight through the soil, and it rains often. Summer approaches.

Soon, I will sprout, poke my head above the surface. I will show them that I am, in fact, very much alive.