“Hunger for the Absolute” by Frank Bidart:
Earth you know is round but seems flat.
You can’t trust
You thought you had seen every variety of creature
When I met him, I knew I had
weaned myself from God, not
hunger for the absolute. O unquenched
mouth, tonguing what is and must
saying You are not finite. You are not finite.
(From Metaphysical Dog by Frank Bidart © 2013 by Frank Bidart. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. Photo by Tristan Bowersox)