photo: ralph murre
by Cristina M. R. Norcross
There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. (sic)
None of those people is an extra.
They’re all the leads of their own stories.
~Charlie Kaufman, from his film, Synecdoche,
Playing the lead in a haystack,
existing side-by-side in our solitary lives,
solace comes when we join these needles together –
the thread of life.
Jumping into character,
taking leave of the present world –
who wears your clothes when you sleep?
I am just a forgotten pebble –
a spark of granite daring to glint.
You see me walking down the street –
out of focus arms and legs –
a disappearing narrative.
The screens keep getting wider –
a stage full of leading ladies and leading men.
They all spin in circles –
red curtains flying.
The cleaner, unheard,
leaves all untouched except the dust.
The man attached to his phone,
alone on the airport walkway,
has a family waiting.
The actress learns her lines on a threadbare couch,
sitting on hope.
We are all One Story.
~ first published on Your Daily Poem