Balancing Earth On a Pinhead

I never have enough apples. Apple pie, which I will only eat alamode. Apples, to keep the dentist at bay; apples, to keep a nagging teacher away. Apples, cored and filled with peanut butter and raisins, finds balance somewhere between a raindrop and the symmetry of snowflakes, where balance cannot be found. Like old age and youth the man in the mirror always wins. No matter how long it takes to see him, he's always there. Old ladies lose muscular tone and daily search to balance sag and arrest, another dirty smudge where balance cannot be found. I take pride in the old woman's knobby fingers, I 've earned every lump you see. It brings me joy to look at them... I have my grandmother's hands.. and that balances everything.