Katie

“The bold gulls dove as if they owned it all. / We picked up sticks of driftwood and beat them off, / Then stepped down the steep beach shelf and into the water. / We kicked and talked. The thick salt kept us up. / I see us floating there yet, inseparable—two cork dolls. / What keyhole have we slipped through, what door has shut? / The shadows of the grasses inched round like hands of a clock, / And from our opposite continents we wave and call. / Everything has happened.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty