I Think of Moons

I think of moons I witnessed
back in Buenos Aires, but
I can’t remember any.

I wonder if I ever looked
upward, to our beleaguered sky,
if the ground, so troubled,

had to be watched at all times,
or if we were afraid to stumble
on another body so still

it had become invisible. So many
lost in the middle of the night,
our lanterns so faint

we could only imagine sidewalks,
my heart beating so hard
as an adolescent’s does.

Our minds neglecting moons
was a sign of the danger
that surrounded us,

our failure to acknowledge
what lit up our risky work at night
carrying volantes to paste on city walls,

not knowing even then
that a moon, indifferent and bright,
was blessing us.

Juan Pablo Mobili was born in Buenos Aires and adopted by New York. His poems appeared in The American Journal of Poetry, Hanging Loose Press, and The Paterson Literary Review, among others, as well as publications in Europe, Asia, and Australia. His work received multiple nominations for the Pushcart Prize while his chapbook, Contraband, was published in 2022. Most recently, he was the Guest Editor of the Spring 2023 issue of the Banyan Review.

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