I got up before the sun turned on its bulb yesterday
I stepped outside in the cricket song quiet of the dark
And looked up at the sky
The moon was a silvery crescent in the sky surrounded by a blanket of stars
As I stood there a little tuxedo cat pit patted up to me to brush against my legs
Sipping some dark sweet coffee I put my headphones on and listened to The Smiths
I prefer the world in the in between hours
The peaceful silence
The cover of dusky dark hiding all the harsh edges that blare bright in the light
"How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.”
My favorite fairy tale is the story of Kaguya. The moon bunny princess who was sent to Earth and found by a bamboo cutter. The tale of a girl who always felt different. Who didn’t quite belong.
I read it as a child in a book my dad gave me and was instantly in love with it. I had always loved the moon anyway but it made me love it more. On nights when I could find it full and gleaming in the sky and find the shape of the rabbit on it i’d feel comfort.
Throughout my life I’ve had chance encounters with wild rabbits. In unlikely places like a city street or a playground under construction. They’ve always felt like little harbingers of luck. Telling me that even if I feel out of place in this world there are always little pockets of magic to discover.
I didn’t fall from the moon and I’m certainly no princess, but I think that sometimes when we need it most the things we need find us. They see our little distress signal shining in the dark and they find us and they help us believe again.