sitting

whattya write when
there's nothing to say
kinda like that fella 
sitting on the dock
of that famous bay

instead...
i am sitting near
the washing machine
watching the tide 
clean the clothes 
listenin'  to the 
swishy waves 
pulsing along 
humming to their
rhythm...

wastin' time? or just 
thinkin,' you know,
contemplatin' stuff,
stuff that have no 
answers...

i don't have to go
nowhere
to be far away