Sunday, 27 September 2015

Scottish Isles

Scottish Isles

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,
I thought
because its so close,
because I live in Scotland.

I’ve been there,
I felt
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.

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