Anywhere Else But Here Poem by Francie Lynch
Anywhere Else But Here
Rating: ★5.0
I woke to the warning blasts
Of fog horns on the St. Clair.
They comfort like a weighted blanket.
And the rain falls evenly, now,
On my vegetable garden,
On everyone's lawn and garden.
All is as it should be this morning.
Quiet, ordered and secure.
I'm glad I'm not over there,
Or anywhere else,
But here.
Friday, May 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,peace,rain,river,war,warning
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8/28/2026 7:59:32 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Yes, it is indeed comforting to be living in a country where the threat of war is not imminent! Francie, I love the imagery in this poem. And the safety and security of the weighted blanket.