When I looked out into the Scottish sea,
into the pixels on the screen,
I thought it strange that I felt
The light from the television reflected
on the surface of my glasses;
I imagined it would be difficult to see my eyes,
with the distracting images of the sea
playing through Netflix on my lenses.
I’d go there,
because its so close,
because I live in Scotland.
I’ve been there,
because I’d seen it
because of its presence on my eyes.
I waited with intent for the scene to be over;
I caught myself counting the seconds
until I might be released
from the duty of representing a landscape
that is not native to me.