Daybreak in Mazama

When I get to move out

I'm gonna bring Mazama with me

I'll pack her in my suitcase

And start out on my way

And when I'm sad

I'll let the cool, cleansing, cascading glacial rivers

Dance down my tired, weary skin

It's touch vibrant, electric and beautiful

The bright, light

Bouncy off the ripples

And when I dive in

The numbness,

The pureness

Will wash all my worries away

And when I'm doubtful

I'll let my sore, bloody hands

Remind me of the days spent on the rock

The white, dry chalk caked under my fingernails

The shortness of breath

The grace, the beauty and the finesse

The sweat in my eyes and its taste on my lips

The straining final moves

The determination

The adrenaline rush

And I will feel strong again

And when I feel alone

I'll let the salty, sweet taste of Mazama store ice cream

Sooth my dry throat

Smiling people

Happy faces

The hum of bicycle pedals

Too many kids on at a time

Racing, Racing, Racing

Like calming background music

To the memories with friends and family

That I love

And that love me

And when I need her

She'll be right by my side; the Mazama in me