03 Aug 2016c – Morning Fog – Three Tanka

On such days as this,
fog hides like a mother’s shawl.
In pines well shielded
you still find it’s safe to weep
the tears unshown to cities.

Soon that relentless,
sorrow-scourging sun appears
to clear such refuge.
All the grief you clutch within,
your best friends unsuspecting.

Who taught you safety
always lies behind a mask,
and loving kindness
was the prize of souls who hide
and never trust a stranger?