FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i am rooting
deeper.
i once was a cloud
a fog
a feather and i did not
like it

it never did me any good
it made me fear even my own self
i lost the corners of my room
i fear the image in the mirror
and doctors shake their heads
there is no cure for this disease
i am rooting deeper
i have a hundred hands now
holding to the branches
grasses
trees of the earth
i fear nothing now.
I am proud. I am rooted.
a boat finding its port
a rope tied to the pillar of the shore.