#pando trees

Another poem in my poetry series, in honor of National Poetry Month! 

Climbing The Pando Trees

The sun rips the red and black blankets from my bed. Repetition of yawning every bright yellow morning. Cereal, Looney Tunes and Chuck E. Cheese. Became millions of hairs on my grown arms. Seconds empty my pockets like foggy grey lint

Every twenty-four hours I’m running from the clouds. Determined, each night fades into the next morning. Like unconventional scenes from an independent film Eccentricity becomes my electricity as I light up. Moments from my youth make me sprout into a tree.