Quiet Tsunami

Dawn erupts the night like a tsunami of quiet
sunshine rushing over stem and stalk, stone and
spore. It’s illumination speeds forward. Onward
it crashes reaching the deepest deep and the darkest

depth. Stinging like salt the eyes of humankind,
both the thief and the doctor squint and squirm at
first light — one with regret and one with delight.
And yet the doctor and the thief may be the same,
stealing the night and healing by way of
unapproachable light. Delight is sweetest
tasted upon the tongue when regret rankles
the soul to be undone in the naked sun.

©Bonnie Saul Wilks

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