words take me for a ride

yet perhaps

as i'm not in the spring of my life

i read and i fly away 

muffled

and find it hard to write 

to concentrate

as not expecting anything

from the words

from the long line of words

from the long grid of words

but from time to time

i get a jolt

a volt

a not small joy

in suddenly finding

that i can learn again 

and i take that invitation

again

from that word  

for a ride