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.