I Don'T Keep Schedules For That Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Try being sincere with a giving of respect.
And I will meet you back 'here'...
In 48 hours.

'I can't do it.'

Hey.
That was only 15 minutes.
You still have 47 hours and 45 minutes.
I was just about to leave.

'Where are you going? '

Are you kidding?
I've lived here most of my life.
I carry schedules for buses, trains and planes.
And the first one I can get a reservation on...
That's the one I take.

'To go where? '

I don't care and don't want to know.
Wherever that destination is...
I want to be kept surprised.

'For how long? '

Much longer than 48 hours.

'So you had no intentions of being here to meet me? '

Not really.
But I didn't think it would take you that quick,
To notice what I have known for years.

'I only came back to ask you,
Where do you recommend I go? '

Before or after you've been attacked by ignorance?
I don't keep schedules for that.
But I can direct you to where it can be easily found.