The Year Of All Waves Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

EVERYDAY I SWIM IN A DIFFERENT WAVE, LOWER OR HIGHER WAVES OF ROUGH SEA OF LIFE. I HAVE MY BOOK IN WHICH I LIST MY TRAVELS THROUGH ALL WAVES OF LIFE, GOOD OR BAD. A WAVE STARTS SLOW, TRAVELS FAST, THEN FASTER, AND FINALLY A TSUNAMI. ALL SEA WAVES ARE DIFFERENT FROM MY OWN WAVES, BUT IN BETWEEN MY WAVES ALWAYS TSUNAMIS LIKE THOSE THEY HAPPEN SUDDENLY AND UNEXPECTEDLY IN MY DAYS, NIGHTS, AND THOUGHTS. MY DREAMS ARE DISTRIBUTED BETWEEN MY WAVES HIGHER OR LOWER. IN MY REAL LIFE IT'S DIFFICULT TO RIDE ALL DIFFERENT WAVES INCLUDING THE TSUNAMIS. RIDING WAVES BLUE OR BLACK IS NOT THE MATTER IT'S WHERE THESE WAVES MIGHT TAKE YOU. LIFE IS NOT A DREAM, BUT IT'S A REAL THING. WHILE IN DREAMS WE SEE REFLECTIONS OF OUR WAVES. I OPEN MY BOOK TO WRITE DOWN THE SPEED OF THESE WAVES, SO I CAN DECIDE WHICH ONE IS DIFFERENT. THE WAVES OF MY DREAMS ARE ENDLESS, WHILE MY DAILY WAVES OF LIFE DENY MY ENERGY AND VITALITY. THE BOOK OF WAVES OF LIFE IS FULL OF TIRED AND BORED PAGES MIXED WITH ONE'S WHOLE INSISTENCE AND PERSISTENCE IN HIS EFFORTS TO ELIMINATE THE BAD THINGS AND SIEVE THE THOUGHTS NOT LOVELY AND REPLACE THEM WITH GOOD ONES. I HEAR THE ECHOES OF MY WAVES EVERYDAY IN THE PAGES OF MY BOOK OPEN OR CLOSED. EVERYDAY A WAVE TELLS SOMETHING WRITTEN IN THE PAGES OF MY BOOK OF LIFE. I CAN'T MIX MY DREAM WAVES WITH THOSE OF REAL LIFE WAVES. MY WAVES START SMALL, THEN ACCELERATES FASTER, AND FINALLY TSUNAMIS, BUT NOT ALL THE DAYS. MY DREAM WAVES TOUCH THE GRAINS OF SAND IN MY MIND AND THOUGHTS, WHILE MY DAILY LIFE WAVES TOUCH THE REAL GRAINS OF SAND OF THE REAL DESERT. THE YEARS OF WAVES OF MY LIFE TRAVEL LIKE THIS ALL THE YEAR ROUND AND NEVER ENDLESS.