Found Poem - Washing The Car

It was a nice day, so I decided to wash the car.
I started toward the garage, and noticed the mail
on the hall table. Since it was there, I thought
I'd go through the mail before I wash the car.
I put my car keys down,
threw the junk mail in the trash can under the table,
and noticed that the trash can was full.
So I put the bills back on the table
and start to take out the trash first.
But, I thought, when I take the trash out
I'm going to be near the mailbox anyway,
so I might as well pay the bills first.

I took my checkbook out of my pocket,
and saw there was only one check left in it.
Extra checks are in a cabinet in the study,
and on the way past my desk I find the glass of iced tea
I'd been drinking. I'm not thirsty right now,
and the tea is getting warm, so I decide
I'll quickly put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

So I put the trash can from the hall down in the study,
And, as I head toward the kitchen,
there's a drooping houseplant on the windowsill.
I briefly consider using the tea to water the plant,
but I remember the foorah from the last time
I got caught doing that,
and as I stand there thinking about that I discover,
partially hidden behind the plant's pot,
the sunglasses I've been searching for all week.

I think I'd better put them back on my desk,
but first I'm going to water the houseplant.
I set the sunglasses back down on the windowsill
next to my tea, and walk into the kitchen
to fill a container with water and there,
on the kitchen table, is the TV remote
for the living room TV.
I decide to put it back where it belongs,
but first, doggone it, I'll water that plant.
Trying to be careful not to splash on my sunglasses,
and with the remote in one hand,
I take the wrong angle with the container
and, of course, slosh more on the floor
than would ever have spilled on my sunglasses.
I set the remote back down on the table,
get some towels, wipe up the water,
and then more carefully finish watering the plant.
Then I stand in the hall, head down,
trying to remember what I was planning to do.

The car isn't washed,
the bills aren't paid,
I can't find the remote,
the hall trash can is in the study,
there is still only one check in my checkbook,
and a glass of iced tea getting warmer on the windowsill
next to my sunglasses,
beside the plant I've just watered,
and now I don't remember what I did
with the car keys.

I realize I'm trapped in a process
I don't understand, and I think
I'll try to get on-line and google around
to see what I can find about this syndrome --
but first I'll check my e-mail.