Moses Stories

  We anchored in the afternoon, a mile or so off shore and I remember while the shouts and hectic movements of the crew surrounded me, like tangled line, a few thoughts tore me loose. Standing there, between the shores, dazzled by the color of the green warm water, turning red in the setting sun, I thought of Sunday school and getting read to by the rabbi and pictures showing Moses in these opened waters, going home to Is...