The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool doors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
[poem excerpt- 'I Am Vertical' by Sylvia Plath/ images- various Tumblr]