In bright sunshine, this morning, Frank walks over to the beach with me. I step onto the sand and look for the three enchanted Goldilocks chairs I photographed yesterday in the glinting sunlight. The papa bear chair is sitting next to the mama bear chair. But the baby bear chair is missing.
Frank stays put on the beach to talk long distance on his phone; I take my long walk up to Bradenton Bridge, watching the pelicans and shore birds fish. And planning, in my head: what poems I will read today at Bookstore 1 - my event to read with a local, Sarasota poet, Lucia Blinn. In my head, I make my list, choosing six, and thinking through how I want to order and introduce them. One treasure I spot washed up from the sea to examine: A mushroom capped jelly fish. I know it’s name after finding three last week. When I return to Frank he’s gazing out into the Gulf; the dolphins and birds are feeding. At home, I read all my poems aloud and write my notes and then it’s time to go. Dear friends staying locally are in the audience, as well as new friends I made at the IWWG event I hosted when I first arrived, and new faces, and Lucia is a fine poet, and we have our special reading and a bunch of us go across the street for coffee and sit at an outdoor table in the bright afternoon in the shade. A warm breeze blows all over our cheerful afternoon. Strange, how one of the three chairs, how the baby bear chair has gone missing.