when on the
mountaintop
by
eduardo ramos
When on the mountaintop, the falconry nearby, you and I witnessed
a hawk cry. We stood in a field of grass where the grass was blown
until laying on the ground like yellow angel hair. This is a place
high in the sky for you and I to be so silent. This is the bigger
mountain of the two, klein and groβ, where the views are great in
any way and on any place in this space of elevated earth. A man in
his southerly speak announces the birth of a new hawk, and I
eagerly begin to imagine when he will fly, while you are troubled
thinking of the angel hair grass we left behind two hundred soft
steps ago. And at the moment we are both in the fields of our
minds, when on the mountaintop, the falconry nearby, you and I
will witness a hawk cry.