Hiatus
Handel lies controversially.
In jest he summons chests of gold;
Applauding his own stride on holly.
Moschino and Gucci around his lapels fold.
Such contrast we seldom see;
As a butterfly and chameleon do not match.
But pretence, conversing with sugar and warm tea;
Small sparks fly in a mind ready to hatch.
Sometimes wonders his splendid palace above;
Of what makes one in consideration due.
For unto him, in a niche like a cove;
Wealth the cove fills, letting in the sunset hues.
Hues span not a single ray of strength;
But connection spawn the birth of equations.
To describe a single moment in spacial length;
Nothing will satiate the motions.
And unto sensibility, my mind goes decelerate;
To declare understanding to the ones of darkness.
They understand not the wordlessness I impregnate;
And care in part for the utter starkness.
Subtlety belongs to a world of one person;
Assumptions understood by art of known kind.
The freest border in an own contraption;
The chestnut brown is the opposite of blind.
Let the water guide us.
Cool and of experiment free.
Assumption of the simple be constructed of scree.
Let the wind encircle us.
About This Poem
The title "Hiatus" suggests a pause or gap, and this dense, philosophical poem explores the disconnection between material wealth and deeper understanding. The opening figure of "Handel"—whether the composer or a symbolic character—exists in a world of luxury brands (Moschino, Gucci) and pretense, where conversations over "sugar and warm tea" mask intellectual hollowness. The poem's formal quatrains with alternating rhyme (ABAB) create a sense of controlled structure that contrasts with the increasingly abstract meditation within. The middle stanzas grapple with the inadequacy of language and equations to capture experience—"nothing will satiate the motions." The speaker's mind "decelerates" as it tries to communicate with "the ones of darkness" who cannot grasp "wordlessness." The final stanza offers a kind of solution or release: abandoning assumptions "constructed of scree" (loose rock fragments) and instead letting natural elements—water and wind—provide guidance. This suggests that wisdom comes not from wealth or intellect but from surrendering to elemental forces beyond human control.