My sabbatical is done and I’m now back
Into the traces of the college term,
Harnessed for a trot around the track
And hemmed in by a sturdy temporal berm.
No more the calm serenity to muse
And feel the open-endedness of time
That I could spend while idly seeking clues
Leading to my next impending rhyme.
Yet here I am: it seems I’ve found a niche
Two days a week when I don’t have to teach,
And I can do what always will enrich
My mind, and then extend my worldly reach,
As I go public on the Internet
And post my poem for the world to vet.