Her valley shudders flat.
Her animals escape.
They scream into the morning.
They scramble past the oaks.
Her house bends its knees.
Her knees scrape the kitchen.
The oaks throw her bark-flesh.
Her windows throw their hands out.
She dances with the doorknob.
She remembers:
a rain of ash
a flock of goats
knitting needles

She remembers:
digging the well
the tea-cozy

She remembers:
stillness.