Undocumented

Undocumented

I, too, am undocumented—

A waking dream of the Almighty—

Who knew me before there was a me,

Who, in his everlasting perfection:

Inscribed me upon the Cosmos-

As his child, 

As citizen

Of eternal paradise.

Let me in!

I, too, am undocumented—

A protosite upon rising tides—

On glaciers and gulfs and desert sands,

On this planet that opened ways for me: 

Evolved amongst roaming dwellers-

Taming fire,

Claiming self

From carbon’s fickle footprint. 

Let me in!

I, too, am undocumented—

Constituted at the origin—

Of Stars and Stripes and Virgin-claimed lands,

History’s refugee; despair’s bright hope: 

A child of huddled caravans-

Burdened, free,

Asserting

Humanity’s best-made case.

Let me in!

I, too, am undocumented—

Overdetermined, genetic mutt—

Zygote made complete in many wombs,

Clinging to the brick-lined, uterine walls:

Gender-flowing sibling, yet, X-

Aborted,

Fertilized.

Self-spilling progeny’s seed.

Let me in!

I, too, am undocumented—

A digital, blipping avatar—

A passing aurality, a phrase

In a temporary symphony:

Asyncopate, re-calling out of tune-

To retain

Documents

proving I was—I am!—here. 

Let me in!