Poetry: "Found the Moon" by Christian Garduno






Found the Moon in a puddle

all by itself without a sky

it had those sad cat eyes like a

young Cybill Shepard


Mix our atoms

mesh our ashes

and spread us in the ocean

we once crawled out from


Found the Moon in terrible shape

while all the stars went to a private party

it had its mouth all slack like a

hobo fresh out of wine


Merge our atoms

meld our ashes

and spread us across the ocean

we once crawled out from









Christian Garduno is the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry. Garduno is a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan