Once, on Opposite Day

I once imagined the tears in the world
break and shatter
into hearts whole and beating

on strange days and other Opposite Days,
on special days and on the day
when you’ve a place to call home.

I imagined your warm hands
go cold as ice
as you hold your ice-cold drink

on warm days and hot days,
on shivering days when you know
you’ve a place to stay warm.

I imagined the frown on your face
as you get ready for school
(perhaps more than a little reluctantly)

on boring days and future days,
on days when you could finally
see the strange, elusive whispers of Hope.