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Poetry
“I’m Thinking”
by Dylan Skurka
I’m sitting somewhere
shaded from danger.
My head is light,
my heart beats steady,
my back is upright,
nestling into feathery
charcoaled white.
My arboreal saviour.
I’m sitting somewhere.
There are no problems to solve,
just pure experience to be had.
I’m not thinking
as a means to an end,
as a product to be sold,
as a prize to be won.
I’m just thinking to think.
To open doors slammed shut,
to let out all the breath built up.
No more worries of scarcity,
because even when emptied,
I am still enough.
I’m thinking til there’s nothing
but a blank thought bubble
hovering above.
I’m thinking to clear the way,
to make space
for the fullness of love.
© Dylan Skurka 2025
Dylan is a Toronto-based educator, writer, and thinker.