organized madness

nothing gets
thrown away. instead
she pushes
things into separate
piles.
books in one,
clothes in another.
shoes too.
some doors are blocked,
windows
shaded by stacks
of coats. there
are areas that are
off limits.
in the yard, the
same goes
on. a pile of dirt
here, a stack
of bricks over
there. rotted wood
and dead leaves
have their own
pile too.
rakes, shovels
and brooms together
against
the rusted shed.
her life is full
of little pathways,
narrow corridors
that few can
fit through.
it makes you understand
her so much
better when
you stand back and
take a look, seeing
the organized madness
that she is.