Entangled

The entanglements of the world

are my making;

every call for me is eagerly 

received and promptly

responded, as though

it is the raindrops for 

the waiting summer bird.

Holding tight the lifeline

thrown to the drowning,

I get dragged into the

congested and the crowded

marketplace that trades

rewards in exchange for respect.

I never knew how to enter

nor how to exit.

So here I am inside

and outside the entanglement.