Today—coins, comfort, a garden.
She sits on an ornate bench
by the koi pond
bread in hand—
sourdough ripped apart,
moose milk cheese.
She eats it slowly,
as if it might run out.
Today she wears mulberry silk.
Once, her mother
made her clothes
from flour sacks and sheets.
When she goes quiet,
her assistant stands still,
waiting to be told.
