Until September, I am on
sabbatical.

For March-May I will be in
London, 
that ancient center of
civilization and
banking.

I will revel in the
British Museum, while
casting figurative stones
on behalf of 
wronged nations
everywhere.
I will re-visit the
Tudors and Victorians
at the Portrait Gallery.
I will marvel at
Uccello's linearity in
The Battle of San Romano.
I will thrill to the
Hogarth's in
John Soane's house while 
squeezing through its
interstices.

I will watch cricket
at Lord's.
I will watch footy
on the telly
while eating curry.

I will color the city
Monopoly hues, and
distinguish the
Jubilee, Bakerloo, and
Metropolitan lines.

I will refine 
old thoughts
and think
new ones.

I will even, after 
tea and cakes and ices, if 
the mood strikes,
the time permits, and
the spirit is expansive,
engage in some of the
Trades and Things
that I have promised my
Dean.