Ripples

Though each part of some other story

we have our own to tell—

concentric circles overlapping

filled with truth and allegory

expanding and expounded on

within the script we’re dealt.

 Bit players playing out our parts

with each line improvised—

and when another takes the lead,

we're left to wing it from the heart

as each new chapter brings a turn

of ‘hellos’ and ‘good-byes.’

Sometimes the mainstays can’t be found

they skip an act or two—

reappearing just in time

to prompt the now forgotten line,

they bring the story back around

—again our play renews.

With every turn, with each new scar

the tale becomes our own—

the narratives that we reprise

recall the people in our lives

not by their stories, but the part

that each has played in ours.

© Ginny Brannan 2018

Vesica Piscis is the elliptical space in the center where circles overlap. I imagine each of our stories like as circles overlapping,  to become ripples in the ever-expanding sea of time.