Enactment: A Bit of Everything

When the phone rings,
I never know,
To whom I’m going to speak
(No caller ID, you see)

And so it’s
Always a surprise.
Will it be unpleasant?
Or will it be pleasant?

Will it be a telemarketer?
Or a long lost friend
Or a telephone survey again
Or somebody I’d like to know better.

This uncertainty
Brings me back
To life itself,
What it’s all about

But this too I do not know,
Of meaning neither,
Although I’ve searched for it
Off and on;

It appears incurable,
This hankering after
People to talk at
And yet, so few seem to listen.

But, today that’s okay,
I’m back at work
With plenty to do
And time to do it in,

It sure is a relief,
This sense of purpose,
Which arises by itself,
No matter what I do.