Well executed plans,
life's happenings
connected by strings.
Carefully attached
and so beautifully matched.

Feeling like it
is all under control.
Preciously fixed.
Like everything's just glad
to follow the rules
that were once
made up for them
to depend on.

And still, life
has its way of breaking out
and stepping in.
Happening
just the way it wants –
and as it always
has been.

In the details,
wild untamed
unnamed
untouched –
a canvas to be filled.
Eternal template
to measure and to
weigh.

Humane
remains:
doubt.