Missing the Play

I'm happy but it just seems a little
Like a broken seed in a cup wearing dusk
For all the while I push against this wrong
Feeling-- it thrusts towards branching out
A few steps towards either pole--

A few steps, It would take me
To go to the bed of a warm clutch and love
But only two steps it would take me
Towards one pool to dip my toes into

Filmy with moss and ashes, and incandescent
With Cancer-less promises