Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

I Fear I Am Insane

All the way home from Novato
on the 101
thoughts of insanity ran through my head.
My mother's face
staring at me
from the other side
of the driver's window
asking me if I loved her
with vacant motionless eyes.
Her walk,
a shuffle.
Frail.
And thin for her.
Flitting from one subject to the next
like a grey-winged hummingbird in a bamboo forest.
She asked me to fix her watch,
even though it keeps perfect time.
She fears the IRS will put her in jail
even though she owes them nothing.
This morning she asked me where her watch was
and told me she was lost without it.
"Lost".
How can she be lost without it?
She isn't going anywhere.
What difference does time make to her now?
Yes,
I fear I am insane.