Taylor Hagood: Writer, Lecturer, Professor

A Lightly Byronic Meditation

A sailboat is a cliche I need,
just as Windley Key captures my dreams
in the mere accident of its syllables,
embedded as they are---as I am---in expression.

When I was twenty my judgments, my
morals, my ability to predict my future
were solid steel pipes that now have
corrupted into red powdering flutes,

their holes predisposing tunes I had not
thought possible. The salt air
both begets and then eats.
It is the sailboat's promising medium.

Originally published in Ardent! A Journal of Poetry and Art 6.2 (2011): 7.