Vessel | Jan Wilbur

You catch my eye as you are walking towards me, you are a really tall guy, and so skinny dressed all in black including your cap. How did you get into those really tight black jeans? I am not cool enough to know what kind of cap that is, an odd retro baseball type hat, except fuller, rounder and taller pulled way down part way over your ears, your eyes hidden by the brim. Your jet black hair is a little long, about chin length all the way around; you have split it at your ears like mock sideburns. Are you a chimney sweep? You look like you just walked out of Mary Poppins. You are shy and do not have a girl- friend but would like to. You are usually alone as you are now. You live with your parents and just moved here from Hollywood with them. You do not feel like you belong here and do not think there is any hope of ever fitting in. You look like you would get into trouble but it is not true. You don’t smoke or drink or use drugs. You graduated from high school and hope to someday go to college and become an artist so you can paint beautiful water colors or maybe take a writing class so you can express yourself with your art and writing. And then you surprise me, you smile at me as you walk by.