Masquerade

Let me masquerade
as an ocean,
washing the undisovered
shores of your continent,
thundering on rock,
hissing on sand.
Let me be a broad river,
carrying your burdens
without thought or effort.
Blue in calm weather;
a brown, wild furrow
after rain.
Let me be a blue spring,
rolling out of your land
to surround you
and nourishing thick
stands of green mint.
Let me be a small stream.
So small
you can step across it
in one stride.
But speaking
in the music of falling water.
Let me be cold water
in a blue, metal cup.
A replenishing nectar
on tired days of heat and dust.
Let me be the beads
of condensation
on the blue surface of the cup.
Evidence of compassion in the world.