March 27, 2026

Ace of Pentacles

 

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.