Libby is an accomplished poet who I asked to write a poem about self-esteem, an issue I face several times a day with my coaching clients. This is her work:
Some days, I leave the city
inching my way through the maze
of Subarus, Mazdas, produce trucks and tankers,
the shimmering exhaust fumes, the stop-and-start,
past the green road signs and ease onto the ramp
off highway 522. Finally, the sky opens up
past Gold Bar and Sultan, the empty
ski rental cabins and deserted latte huts.
In summer, Icicle River runs lazy
in the dappled light. Windows open or top down,
I need to breathe that perfect air, the edgy, craggy
Cascades, harsh and rocky on the sky, bare basalt
and impossible granite. Road winding and car
swaying left, then right, I sink into the curves
sashaying like skiing the ribbon of road.
Sometimes it takes all this: the disentangling, the letting go,
or the leaving behind. The body’s memory of time beyond
time, the way the light filters through Doug fir and White Pine
I notice infinite particles, the molecules of godstuff,
the same stuff I’m made of, too.
Not long after she was born,
her grandmother held her close,
gazed into her eyes and whispered:
you come from a long line
of strong people. Never Forget.
© Libby Wagner 2015