Minnesota State Fair Poem: We Are All of Us
We Are All of Us
By Leslie Ball
In a small patch of green between the Caribbean cafe and the restrooms
I sit beneath an aspen tree tapping my foot to a band from Ecuador.
The drummer smiles down at the woman behind a table spread with merchandise.
She is dancing in place holding a CD up in hand as she sways from side to side.
She's watching the center of the dance floor where ten feet away
A silver-haired woman stands alone directly in front of the stage
Clapping her hands and rocking back and forth.
She's smiling as she watches two teenage girls in hijabs
Deep in conversation in a nearby table bobbing their heads in rhythm to the music.
As I watch, a young mother approaches and sits on the bench next to me.
In one graceful swoop, she shrugs off her backpack, pulls out sundry items
And changes her son's diaper all in less than half a minute.
Throughout the entire procedure, she never stops shimming to the music
And never once takes her eye off of her son's face
Who never takes his eyes off of mine.
Our fair is more than food-fest and farm animals
For these twelve days, we are all of us
Gathered together and swept up into one fluid choreography
Of pleasure, tenderness and curiosity