Note: This poem has a three column structure so if you are reading it on a small screen device you should switch from ‘mobile’ to ‘tablet’ view to see it properly…
Reckoning?
It is time to rid myself
of
reckoning
The harsh
interrogation of
“How did it go?”
Checking off the actions
against
all those on my list
Only really noticing
the many
I have missed
Assessing my
progress, comparing
with my plan
Keeping track of
distances,
measuring their span
Monitoring my
output so I always
know the score
Emerging with the
figures, highlighting
my flaws
Counting up the wins
and losses,
totaling
to find their sum
I feel kind of
useless when the
reckoning is done
or
and
or
or
or
or
or
or
or
or
so
Beckoning?
Instead, I will try to see
what’s
beckoning
A gentler
introspection
of my flow
Seeking the resonant
vibrations that prove that
I exist
Keeping mind wide open
so that
nothing is dismissed
Reminding myself
that all the time
I’m doing the best I can
Recognising that
what matters is
simply that I ran
Realising the damage
done by
always wanting more
Noticing the many things
born deep
within my core
Dispensing with
judgement,
to prove the worth
of all I’ve done
I embrace my
beckoning question
“What has come?”
(c) Tim O’Hare, February 2024
About this poem: This poem has its origin in a conversation that took place during my last coaching session a couple of weeks ago. I was recounting how terrible I am at following the plans I make and how this generates an intense feeling of frustration and results in me being in a constant spiral of planning, frustration, planning, frustration and a pervading sense of uselessness. I was challenged to come up with an alternative non-judgmental question that I could ask myself and responded almost instantly that I could replace “How did it go?” with “What has come?“. We played with this idea for a while – focusing on how my “What has come?” question would naturally lead me to draw out achievements, output and activities that had emerged from within me without triggering my natural tendency to measure progress, evaluate success and generally judge myself against the completely unnecessary and arbitrary ‘success criteria’ that I carry in my head. My coach loved my question and referred to it as my ‘beckoning question’…
The poem is written as two verses, one relating to the ‘reckoning question’ (on the left) and the other relating to the ‘beckoning question’ (on the right), but it is also possible to read the poem taking one line from each verse in turn and adding the additional bridging word (‘and‘, ‘or‘, ‘so‘) shown in italics between the two verses. I suspect that this layout won’t work very well if the poem is viewed on a small screen (mobile) device but hopefully it works well enough!
