
Concussion
by Rohan Buettel
In hospital, hours later, I became aware
Work needs to know, ‘What day is this?’ I dread …
Patiently my wife answered from the chair
Saturday, ten times I have already said
Work needs to know, ‘What day is this?’ I dread …
Unusually quiet, I have given her a scare
Saturday, ten times I have already said
Neither question nor answer does memory bear
Unusually quiet, I have given her a scare
In shards of recall, my body spread
Neither question nor answer does memory bear
Across bicycle path my cheek shred
In shards of recall, my body spread
A security guard found me there
Across bicycle path my cheek shred
Called the ambulance, took me where
A security guard found me there
Without a helmet you would be dead
Called the ambulance, took me where
They scanned both my arm and head
Without a helmet you would be dead
Patiently my wife answered from the chair
They scanned both my arm and head
In hospital, hours later, I became aware
Rohan Buettel is an emerging poet. He lives in Canberra. His haiku have been published in Echidna Tracks, Creatrix, Frogpond, Kokako and Haiku Xpressions. His longer form poetry has been published in Quadrant.