If I didn’t have a name Who would I be? If my skin wasn’t this shade, who would I be? Is my tongue couldn’t speak words, My memory recall people and place If there were no lingering thoughts No reason to love, Who would I be? If I didn’t have roles Would I be me? If mirrors didn’t exist A reflection was alien to me, Routines were devoid of intention, Just motions for the sake of it, Would I be me? Is it the offspring that which makes me a mother? The certificate, a provider The number in a scale, any scale, that determines my value? If I where shapeless, would I be me? If my hair remained lustrous and unchanged My flesh unwrinkled and spotless, My movements assertive and sharp Even when the seed is long gone, And the flourished ideal has grown for better or worse. Even if it lost its wings, Its leaves or dreams Would that still count as me? If my dwelling wasn’t a womb Or life sparked on a petri dish If there’s no place in a map No others who resemble me Do I exist? Who would I be? If age, and time didn’t curve in the quantum field, The observer never existed, And particles ran free, If the vacuum was not interested in being filled? And fractals withheld the knowledge, Revealing nothing about wholeness What would my origin be? Would I surf in waves or cluster in nuclei? If the universe asked questions Who would reply? Is that why I am here? Who is the I? Where can I find it? Is not having the answers, what bring the questions alive? Then… Am I a question without an answer? Or is the answer beyond all this? Who asks? The One turning the invisible into a game To exist.
Mercedes Calcano, March 16th, 2024
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