One Of Eileen’s Difficulties Poem by Atef Ayadi

Do you want me to be
Quiet?
A slow sandy river;
No stones,
No rocks
A side;
A very slow river indeed?

Do you want me to be
Volcanic,
Restless,
A noisy traffic
With no stop signs?
Or you want me just
From time to time
To be in a hurry
With a bag of emotions
On my shoulder
And a little bag
Of poems in my hand
Asking for shelter.

Do you want me to have
This urbanized love
With different fonts,
Different
Credit cards, and a Ferrari,

Do you want me to be a chic lover?

Or you want this wild
Love;
Racing shoeless
With camels
Along the African Sahara’s
To defeat dunes,
The heat,
And the white sand?

Choose your love Eileen!
Choose the side you like,
The shady
Or the sunny side;
Where you can walk
Sit down,
Stand up,
And talk
Alone or with a crowd.

There is a moment,
When the heat and cold
Melt at the same point
At the same threshold.
And that is your choice!

Are you looking for
a sun
Without breeze
Without light?

Is it the hardest question
You ever want to ask yourself
And
It is still wandering between your lips?

I want to answer all your
Hard and easy questions
so, ask your question, Eileen!
answering you is my life drill.