I’m thinkin’

I’m thinkin’

those days of being on

my great-granddad’s knee

learning to play a banjo

was as close to heaven

as I’ll ever be.

Slightly wild lifestyle as a teen

followed me into adulthood

moments of strumming strings

turned into clipping wings

as knowledge of love

made it a thing.

I’m thinkin’

karma is having a ball

stirring up old memories of

how many tears I caused

trading hearts like cars

in dingy after hours bars.

Now, I long for moments again

to be on a grand knee

far removed from the carnival

I live in.