one good thing

the day escapes
from your hands. there was a book
you were reading earlier.
it's somewhere,
then the phone rang,
someone was at the door.
mail cascaded
through the slot.
there was beeping coming
from the clock
that fell,
the dryer signaling
done. hard to imagine
where it went.
what was accomplished
along the way, I did think
of you though.
that's something.
a good thing, i'm saved
and filled by that.