What do you do when you run out of words?

What do you do

when you run 

out of words 

and all your ideas 

have dried up?

I keep writing anyway, 

afraid to stop on the

chance I may find more

words hidden where

I can't see them.

I don't want to lose 

any time, don't want to 

miss a single word, 

keep hoping I'll find 

some meaning 

in it all.

In life, I mean, and 

maybe in writing, too, 

some idea that gives 

it all a shape that

I can understand.

Summer doldrums

sitting here

wondering what

to write

waiting for a breeze

carrying words

to my pen

staring at the blank

page the way

sailors must have

stared at the blank

unmoving sea

waiting for wind

to fill their ship's sails

waiting, waiting...