What if every dawn illuminated hope?
What if every house was a home?
What if words had only positive meanings?
What if gross only meant twelve dozen?
What if thirst only happened to plants?
What if everyone holding hands produced a circle of love?
What if politicians had no power over a woman’s womb?
What if simple soap and water could eliminate prejudice?
What if war was only a card game?
What if every dawn illuminated peace?

Written for NaPoWriMo day 14. The prompt is to write an anaphora: a poem of 10 lines where each line begins with the same word. Photo is from Cape Cod some years ago.