The Zumba class in Llano infatuates the whole park. Who can resist the joyful music and movement? The way they sway those hips!
Even this construction worker joins in. He’s on an eight-foot ladder, readying a structure for a canopy, when he suddenly, rapt by the music, breaks into dancing. How gracefully he maneuvers the ladder, as if he’s on stilts, as if this is just something one does.
That’s the secret to this city. I know better than to question the magic. I just need to let myself be swept up in the music.
- Umberto Ak’Abal writes, in “The Dance,”
All of us dance/ on a cent’s edge
Upon what edge are you or your characters dancing? And, what happens? And, what do those watching fear will happen?