Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.
Anne SextonThe future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.
Anne Sexton