Jealousy of Trees by Francette Cerulli

A tree in February has no needs
A woman has plenty.
The tree stands still as iron, 
and as thick.  Leaves, fruit and seeds
are in her.  She is so stuffed
with the raw material of her own 
promise, she has no room for jealousy
of what she will be next month,
next year.

If I walk fast and hard for three blocks, 
then stand very still and forget everything,
I should become the tree, waiting.

~ from The Spirits Need To Eat (Nine-Patch Press, 1999)