when the words go out

it's been a long while
since i've headed
to the library
with such intensity
and purpose.


when all around me
there are words
words words


and i discover that
i have nothing left to give 
you
you
or you.
or actually you either.
or myself.


it's then that i need to
jump in.
off deep.
swirl and twirl and turn and roll.
flip and glance, skim and read
again&again&again.


when all the words go out of me.
there is little to do except keep the 
fear away.
away.
away.


and search for connection.


yes.
to be with what is.


roaming the aisles
of books
like an impulsive buyer, while
making no commitments that
cannot be kept.

up and down each aisle i go.
car repairs to travel.
chinese to teen fiction. 
american history & the ancient wisdoms.


poets and their poems.
design and redecorating. 
a children's book to teach what 
really needs 
to be known.

an author, just grab all 4 of her books 
in order to hear how her voice 
might change and grow.

i just need them near.
these words that are not my own.
from room to room
i carry them.
sit them next to me while i work,
while i eat
while i call through the phone. 


friends i'll never know.
but their words they left behind.
they are not mine.
they're theirs.
except.
if the time is right
our words might grow together.

deep roots.
yet, new branches reaching
further than
either them or i can begin to
imagine.


and here they sit.
safe with me.
and me with them.
the words.
the words of another.
the words of others.

and so my mind can be calm.
can settle and rest.
just be.
just be.


my words will come again.
not today,
maybe not tomorrow.
but they'll be back.
because they never left really.
they were just resting.


resting in the work of another.


but for tonight.
i'll just flip and turn.
peak and skim.
over&over&over again.
slower this time then skip
to the next.


yes.
to be with what is.


and that's what to do
when the words go out of you.




- n.