Evolution

There seems a point
when even balance gets into balance;
like a see-saw or a weigh-scale horizontal
or when my car’s milo went through
222222 miles;
all those little ducks in a row
and one day, every year,
all places on our planet
get almost exactly 12 hours of daylight.

Almost, that is, almost
in balance - almost those miles,
exactly diurnal? - but never,
not quite; a smidgen, a pulse
out of whack and somehow, god willing,
it seems better like that?