FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the sins
are roots
of my
earth

the clouds
cannot take
and make
me drift

i once drifted
and do not
like it

the sins
keep me
rooted and
i am not
shaken

when the
right time comes
for the cutting

the uprooting
accept may i
for the right
drift
when i have
finally relinguished
what earth
in me is.