45 Minutes

Andrew Philip

      time enough

I listen to my wife and daughter breathing through the night

      time enough for three shots at fame

the night that opens round us like the latest film

      time enough to travel between certain major cities

a film released to eager crowds across the globe

      time enough – or so we were told – for the unthinkable to strike

this globe that shudders through the depths of space

     time enough for the hero of the hour to avert disaster

the depths we see as the dark between the stars

      time enough to dream the outline of a better world

the stars that furnish the dust of our bodies

      time enough to be born and to die

these bodies we surrender every moment

      time enough to learn that no time is ever enough