More Hours

More Hours

It’s not more time we should wish for,
but more versions of us
that we could release.

A succession of selves to help us
split what we do, launching
in different directions

one after another, as a line of planes
filing down a runway
and lifting from the earth

out into every country and context.
Think of the lives you could
make with your selves,

every level of learning and ignorance
you could set out to earn,
every love and profession

you could cover yourself in, like clothing.
Would our staffs of identities
be able to comfort each other,

should any one of us express a desire
for more hours in the day,
more time to get it right.