Day Planners

It’s a terrible thing to need
To coordinate with others.
It creates your mythic future,

Your wraith-filled lands of scheduling.
When there’s no one you have to meet,
No timetable, schedule, or date,

No last chance to say your goodbyes,
To set out the trash, catch the flight,
Cash in your rewards, take the test,

Meet your contact with the package,
Then there’s really nothing to dread.
Of course, it would be inhuman

Not to form a hunting party,
To agree to meet at daybreak,
To keep an eye on patterned skies.

It’s terrible to be human
Hellbent on coordinating,
To have to hurry up to wait.