You inspire in me a curiosity of adventure,
How you lifted your long, red hair
And smelled it by the cafe window, the inked handwriting
On your yellow Converse sneakers
Which reads, I Love Life,
And your marble notebook full of mysterious writing.
Are you planning a roadtrip?
Romance novel recapturing Monte Cristo?
Or with your hands on your head
Do you imagine lives for folks crossing the library toward the post office?
I don’t know.
What do you imagine? Have your frequented airports
In Latin America or Seattle?
What does it say about a woman when she runs her hands
Through her hair in a cafe in Ellensburg? Do you read poetry?
Have you ever climbed a tree?
In your yellow shoes, Time stands still on a coastline
And whispers through a conch shell.
I wonder if you wander the hills and mountains. If you explore beaches,
Combing with your hair
The patterns of wind in the sand –
What is in your notebook? From one writer to another,
Within this realm of silence, you inspire me
To write and dream of yellow shoes.
~ Joseph Magnus Frangipani