You love like a coward.
Don't take no steps at all.
Just stand around and hope
for things to happen out right.
like a hog under an acorn tree.
Eating and grunting with your ears
hanging over your eyes,
and never even looking up
to see where the acorns
are coming from.
~Z. N. Hurston
from Their Eyes Were Watching God
I am not sure that Zora didn't mean that to be a poem. It jumped out of the book at me many, many years ago.