Hunkie Wedding

It was the middle of the song and all the instruments kicked in, keyboard, guitar and accordion, two trumpets blasting, the drummer pounding out the one-two, one-two beat of the Chicago-style polka, the young couples hopping and rocking side-to-side, old couples sliding their feet, when he began to twirl, going 'round and around, keeping the beat, from one end of the crowded dance floor to the other, past the bride and groom's table, past the bar, everything reeling in a a whirlwind of colors and shapes, smoke and beer and wine, whoops and shouts in Polish and Slovak, "Hej! Hupaj siup!" his partner laughing, dancers stomping, clarinet wailing, the one-two, one-two in him now, pulling him in circles, a dervish spinning, right palm raised.