I. I've just returned from a three week hiatus from writing poetry. I was busy packing up my stuff moving it to my dorm lugging it up the eight flights to my new room meeting my roomates and my floormates I've also been busy with the first week of classes which is fine. II. The floors in my dorm building are co-ed which makes for co-ed bathrooms. The showers are not co-ed though. Although there are no regulations preventing inter-sex showering. III. From the window in the laundry room I can see the Bay and downtown Oakland. I can also see my brother's apartment or, more specifically, his balcony which is fine. He let me borrow his vaccuum when my roomate spilled detergent and I have yet to return it. IV. Last night I discovered that a majority of my floormates are athiests. They are also all very intelligent except for the drunk guy at the end of the hall. V. One of my roommates brought a blender But she has yet to blend anything. I don't see why one would have an occaision to blend in a dormitory. But she seems satisfied to keep it on stand-by in case of blending emergencies and the like. VI. Here, I have no curfew but it is not a good idea to walk around Berkeley alone after dark. Besides, the only places open past midnight are the pizza places, the donut shop and the frat houses, all of which I try to avoid for health reasons. VII. They don't blend the iced coffee in Berkeley. Not even if you ask nicely. I don't see why not. Even my roommate has a blender. VIII. There are many poets here which is fine because Here There are many poems waiting to be written. I will write some of them And other poets will write the rest. We will read and share and talk We will publish and trade and critique. There is always one more poem to write. I think I will like it here Not only am I in my element but My element is in me.