I’ve been trying for a month now to write my post about my trip to West Texas. I just can’t get there. Two months ago, I was getting organized to go to Maui. Then I was re-organizing to go to Texas. And now, it’s mid April. On the one hand, it seems like yesterday that I got off the plane and Meg put a beautiful lei she had made around my neck. On the other, it seems like that happened in another life altogether. We had a world-wide cæsura and now we can’t remember what the meter of our poem was.