Thoughts on Busy

If I were an octopus

 or if there were three of me,

then maybe I would have enough arms

 and enough hours

to be all of the places I want to be,

to do all the things I want to do.

At least that’s what I tell myself,

but I know

if there were three of me,

then all three selves

would squeeze into their lives 

enough to tax six people

and those six would want

six more. Soon I would get tired

of just looking at myselves.