Sunflowers

I am trying to create
a garden within myself, wanted
to discover what could bloom
within the fascia
that covers each rib,

but I kept worrying
about the sun 
and could not stop 

calculating how many hours 
I would lose if the Florida sky
began to cry
again. I could not stop
thinking about how much
it rains in the state that boasts
about how the sun seems favor it,

and I want to grow sunflowers 
because they are my favorite,
you know, and they need

so much light, and it hurts
to imagine 
their heads dropped
in disappointment or in shame,
without the will to stretch their necks
up and up, but I want to try,

but I never understood
how to keep the light on.