THE SECOND VISIT (Upon returning to Qatar after 4 years in Minnesota) Carelessly rolled-up jeans, cool and wet sand tickling underneath my feet. A few coins rattling in otherwise empty pocket. Has anything changed ?, like the taste of salt upon my tongue ?. The rumbling surf breaking on sharp edges of blackened rocks ?, or like the silhouette of fishing boat against drowsy twilight ?. A strange smile on the closed lips of a sea shell keeps appearing in the kaleidoscope of universe.
Tariq Masoud's Questions:
1. Does this piece convey the feeling of returning to a place where I lived all my life?
2. How strong are the images ?
Thank you very much.