a thin book of poetry

i find

an old book of poems
stuck
between

volumes of psychiatry
books.

self help,
and other manuals to get

clean,
to get help,
to get my life back to normal.

a year of education
on two shelves,

but this thin book of poems
does more

for me than all those books
put together.

the flash of hope,
the clean

clear water of words
saying so much

with so little effort.
hitting home,

making me smile and go on.