Everyday Mystery

What everyday mystery is this?
What circling back into the soul
by way of the maze of mind
and body
longing to be released
into the brilliant stars.

I hold your words
in the shining palms
of my hands--

a map
pointing the way
toward a million miles
since I last gathered
the peace of your sweetness.

The heat of the sun
frozen
on the dark side
of darkness.

The exhale
still waiting for the lungs
to discover
what life
they were missing.

Just before realizing
I wanted to breathe
this much.