Sisters came in from New York
to attend the wedding and to show off their Wedding Dance.
They are choreographing their piece right now
on the exquisite carpet that urges all who come here
to at least sashay at least slightly
even if it is so slight that no one notices
because you are an adult.
The younger sister warns me
not to succumb to any false illusions,
“This is not the real dance.”
I agree to accept the following staged movements as not real,
and then I stand back to accept them
whatever they are.
Their mother tells me that the older sister, who leads,
is enrolled modern dance classes
and the younger one, who follows but also improvises
is currently taking interpretive dance.
Yes, I can see the professional training
in their deep dips,
the poised regal avian gestures
of two students who absorb
what they are taught.
“This was not the real dance,” the younger sister reminds me,
after their performance,
but it was very good,
so I tell them,
“No, what I just saw was real.”
Maia has come up from Chicago for the weekend. I am told she will be eight soon. She wears a wristband because today she explored “The Streets of Old Milwaukee” at the Milwaukee Public Museum. When Maia types, she does so with only her right hand. Her Grandma watches her through the window of Todd Mrozinski’s new art studio in the Pfister.
Todd lets both Maia and I type in his studio. Maia does not want to leave the instant clack-word device. She is writing a story. Her mother has to call her three times before Maia gets to the part about “The End.”
By hanging out in Todd’s studio I meet a lot of interesting people, like Luis and Ruben from Los Angeles.
Luis and Ruben are artists for Kohl’s Department Stores. Their apparel design work has brought them to town. Pictures of Ruben’s private art portfolio are kept on his phone. He does oil paintings. The one I see depicts a motorcyclist. He had to come in here to the artist studio and show us his work. He also shows us his big bag of cheese. Tomorrow Luis and Ruben are going back home, and they are taking back as much gouda and cheddar of Wisconsin as they can fit in their suitcases.