Woman Of Thousand Myths Poem by Atef Ayadi

I dumped all the history books
The ones I own
The ones I do not
The ones I have read
The ones I have not
Because your arrival
Marks
The starting point
Of human history
As well as the universe.
And, with your hands
You redrew new maps
To give birth to
A new kind of geography
Less flat
Less salty
That joins
Tigris River
And the Mississippi.

Your smile
Is this big bang
Of alphabets
That redraws a fair
Language
Where geometric
And organic
Poems are equal.

Your lips give order
To build this town
And enough streets
And temples
And to raise a wall
Around this town
As high
As the Chinese wall
To slave all the lovers
Around your temples.

Everything in this
Town
Is buried in your eyes
And there
The bubbles of civilization
Are waiting passionately
To get the torch
And run, and
Run with all the feet
And wings
They have
For this perfect moment
To start a new
Beginning.