Lying face down

Black loamy soil in her eyes, nostrils, mouth

Rain slashing and puddle pooling 

Her body a pelt

Alone

Winds howling their rage against distancing rules

Push against her

Push into her

Pummel her with gusts like fists

Hold her and throw her

Away

All that she has been

All that she has done

Ground into the earth

Lost in the great soak-away

Tossed to the four corners and more

Then

After the storm

Washed clean by late showers and bleached by the sun

She curls into clay

Sacrificial offering

Binding bone to stone

Skin to rock

Heart to oak

She smiles.