it is not that i did not want

to be there among it and among

it, it’s that i did not belong

there; and at the moment of that

that the hawk flew into view

right to left but out of

sight and in order to see

it i had to crane my neck

for it was outside the window

frame at the spot floating

as it were above the point of insight, large,

as i looked at all the roads

and multiple bundles of small connections, grey,

very grey.



i will not know this city in entirety;

i will know only a quadrant of the city;

and at that moment, the hawk flew

off, away, from left to right

again high up over head, nearly –

and then out of sight with in the space

of two windows.