I need no name,

I was born in every land,

I have no race.

I have prayed to all the Gods

and followed every star

in charted space.

My history

is written in all languages,

it has no borders, it knows

no nation.

Migrant speck of dust

in ticking gravitation;

seeking the beyond

I left millennia ago.

Bound to a harvest fest

and a soft delta song

I parted dirt into groove

and pollinated the earth.

I made path as far

as my body lasted,

I removed the rock

for those who came after.

I shared every oasis

and sailed the distance,

I reached every corner

with awakened inspiration.

I am a human in migration

and they call me illegal.