Three Tankas for You

Tanka one:

Beach wind swirls, reveals
glittering broken shells
I pray god would send the grace
to help me pick up
the pieces in my life

Tanka two:

Wave after wave
crushes on my legs
i remember mom's every word
to help me stand on
my own two feet

Tanka three:

The spider web
yes Krishna says
he is all intelligence
these survival trap
a maze of his creativity