after an oil painting by Peter Doig
As is always the case with Doig, we are on the inside.
Outside, this time, is a coast we all know.
The view is ideal: the day has reached an end,
the water is mostly still, and the moisture in the air
makes every light into a star.
In the distance, another landmass—
likely just as calm, as long as the curtain stays where it is.
It hides the riptides, renders the outside an anesthetizing blue.