by Rohan Buettel
as years pass, they come around
more quickly — forty, fifty, sixty
markers on the way from there to here
once measured from an imperial centre
now anniversaries of a date of birth
in a base ten numbering system
time compresses as each milestone approaches
an accordion, a concertina, a bandoleon
squeezed towards its final note
the days roll on ever faster
but with milestones
nothing changes,
the day after
just the same
as the day before
About the Author:
Rohan Buettel lives in Canberra, Australia. His haiku appear in Australian and international journals (including Presence, Cattails and The Heron’s Nest). His longer poetry appears in various journals, including Rattle, The Goodlife Review, Meanjin, Meniscus and Quadrant.