His face was as dark and grizzled

As the thoughts running through his head

His half -shaved expression breaking up with a confused grin

Laying on his bed he spoke to whoever might listen

Whether there or in his head

This stranger in a strange land

Misunderstood by others and himself

He cuddled and coddled the memories

Behind his darting deepening eyes

As he walked through a forest of unlisted and undistinguishable trees

Paths crossed re-crossed and interweaved

Some still open others hidden or disappeared

Not able to voice that he was far from home and lost

Asking himself and anybody else

Where he was

What he was doing, why couldn’t he go home yet

Or have a cigarette

Ticking off an inventory

He did not recognise as his

Getting up and going to the toilet

Then returning to another bed

Getting dressed and waiting to go home

But transferred to another ward instead