This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann.
Fasting
I’m not complaining I should say
Right off. In fact, I rather like
The hunger in an abstruse way;
Anticipate its subtle spike
At 3:00 or 4:00 each afternoon
And tell myself I’m eating soon
But meantime feel the hollow gnaw
And sense in it some deeper law:
The law of appetite gone wrong;
Of taste deceived and senses soured;
All common sense quite overpowered;
But sense as well that all along
A deeper hunger,…