I'm so glad I'm not the only one up at 4 in the morning on Sunday (doing laundry and making coffee) -- where is everyone else?? And why, btw, is the internet the prime place for insomniacs? What did they do before? Your piece is gorgeous. It reminds me a little of Dillard and a little of Sexton ...Rowing Toward God Julie Krueger finding peace only in poetry and music that shakes the walls these days ========Original Message======== Subj: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem Date: 7/3/05 3:13:14 A.M. Central Daylight Time From: _ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (mailto:ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx) To: _lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (mailto:lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx) Sent on: I'd like to know what happened to the oak box that used to sit on the piano. It smelled of church. This is because it was made of a beam which had served as a straker in a naval sailing ship, and then was recycled to support the roof of some small chapel, before being turned and made into a vessel. I used to sniff it when I wanted to recall how English churches smell. One quick whiff, I'd be wafted. I met god once, you know. Surfing a kayak off the coast of Cornwall, I started rides further out than the board guys and thundering through their take-off point. Suddenly, there he was, walking on water, unavoidable. I rolled to avoid him but BOOM, my boat hit his board, nose on, full force. I paddled back, profuse in my apologies. "Call me Charlie," he said. "I am the Lord thy... etc," the full paragraph. He gave it plenty, floating gently, swelling like a hymn. David Ritchie Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html