It is there that she sits

When her mind turns

Her thoughts threaten to drown her

When pad and pen prove insufficient

And cold

It is there that she sits

When the maladies of the world

Being their dance

of corruption

of supposed sacrifice

It is there that she sits

When gravity's hold becomes too much

For her fragile

Mending

Heart

It is there that she sits

When the autumn wind takes her

And holds her captive

To its sweet

Silver embrace

It is there that she sits

When her greatest fears are realized

And grappled

And dignified

And cast down

It is there that she sits

When she becomes nothing

But herself

Her greatest self

Her barest self

For it is there that she sits

Enraptured in life's greatest problems

That she solves them

Because she can

She can

At her typewriter