Where Order Meets Wild

I am the keeper of calendars,
the voice that says...
be safe, be sure, be steady.
I carry the weight of things unseen
and find answers to the questions that nobody knows.

But I am also the barefooted wonder,
wildflower-tangled,
moon-swayed and awed into joy.
I vanish into sky and reappear in dew.

They once thought we could not coexist,
order and wild,
structure and stormlight,
but oh, how we dance.

I plant daisies into my planner.
I write grocery lists with ink from stardust.
I hold the world in one hand,
and let it go with the other.