But, why can’t I go home?
I am 83 & not stupid & I want to go home & you
are stopping me
What is the matter with me?
Nothing fancy like deprivation of liberties, capacity or best-interests
Just, stuck inside a hot building in June
sunshine through the window
Good, old-fashioned pathway failure, waiting, wasted times
patients & relatives & staff
Tuning-in to the conversation;
Empathising with me for the tight spot I am in;
An old woman challenging her liberty
& I am
the system slave
I can organise a scan,
get-out the needle and thread to repair your damaged scalp.
Our bad – you fell while waiting, stuck.
But, the simple things
Letting an old woman home.
are beyond my ability.
And, you know what…
This is a growth industry.
Her attention distracted
for a moment
or something else
down the corridor;
A stutter in the monotony of her captivity.