Vodno

Vodno

Jon Haney

We have not come to Sinai,
but Vodno. Far above the sweep,
the pine groves flush in view,
pale, flung out forever.

No anger here, no howling roar,
no fire fury.

Behind me there is city. Underneath
lie ancient lakes left unmade, bloated,
the mountain’s heaving body groaning,
dark rivers taking things,
subsuming earth in endless drain.

Flung out in my mind there is
one thing in all movement:
a Presence, a penetrating glimpse
of kindness—oh vast, electric verve!

For again the mountain bends to hold us,
giving both breasts to those below,
rocking to sleep, pointing away,
an intersection whelming,
flooding all: human and divine.

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Jon Haney
Poet

Jon is a cross-cultural worker serving in Skopje, North Macedonia. His work has appeared in the literary magazine Aries and in an undergrad publication from Northeast GA.

Photography by Alexander Milo