For my superpower I pick pausing time

knowing I would screw everything up
if I were allowed to time travel.
But a pause feels innocent, innocuous.
I can nap every day with no guilt,
enjoy a sunset as long as I please.
I can catch up on all the shows
I was always too busy to watch,
play the entire trove of video games
I’ve collected and never touched.
I can travel across the world,
see every major city in a day
with no fear of visas or violence.
I can get all my chores done,
all the drudgery. Finally finish
those books I claim to be writing.
Get everything out of the way
so that while time moves,
I can spend those finite minutes
with you.