I am currently doing a research paper on her. Her thing with nature is that it is pure and unassuming. She is an avid gardener and likes nature as she observes it from her world inside her reclusive house and from her own back yard. It is one thing that asks nothing from her and places no demands upon her as through out her life these are things she has had to deal with.
I FELT a clearing in my mind
....... As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
....... But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
....... Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
....... Like balls upon a floor.
Pam, our resident ED expert said the poem may describe a migraine headache. But other ordinary experiences, a traumatic experience, a fever, or
just disorientation might make one feel as though their mind is like a spool of yarn unravelling on the floor.
To me it's a metaphor for the idea that "She couldn't get her head straight."