Word is Elegy

He's thinking of a word he's thinking of
the word the word he's thinking
and isn't any closer to it

rock water water
rock water water

Wait!

warte, warte, warte
Wartewinter
(Waiting for winter?)

So he writes words thinking
the word will appear among them

. . .

the word does not appear he thinks

rock water river
rock river water

of how many words
and the word is not among them

. . .

the physical is ephemeral

. . .

to think he thinks if he could just
stop! stop thinking stop thinking
and feel the word the word the word
and be the word the word the

rock water water
rock water water
wait warte warte
waiting for the winter water

and he's staring at the word the word
waiting for it to manifest
to be elegance and articulation

it is there the word
isn't moving isn't changing

and he's waiting Wartewinter in August
waiting for the word to change to...

and maybe... 

the word is not close
or not at all a word

but too many words
too often too close together
white noise