the completed playlist…

I am feeling like the emptiness
of a completed playlist…

the realization that
nothing is coming next,
the silence pervades
and instead of choosing something
else to listen to,
I just sit and pay attention
to the vacancy,
ignoring the force inside me
wanting to immediately
start something up,
to fill the void,
instead,
I listen to my heart,
to my breathing,
to my weight in this world,
instead,
I notice everything else
and I find contentment
in my inaction,
because, though I haven’t
physically moved,
mountains have traveled
within me

— glb