Comfort Colors

The seaside town sweatshirt shop

I can make you have a feeling.

The seaside town sweatshirt shop.

Moving through the hangers and the folds. Pop music rustling the airwaves.

Hats you don’t need but you’re in search of one item you’ve decided to have to have

and when you see it

you will know.

Your family is outside with ice cream. They got you some so don’t be too long or it will melt.

Sand dollars in a bin. Postcards more expensive now than you knew they could ever be.

Mermaids on mugs.

Softest purple. Rounded blue. Grays for every kind of storm.

A whole life by the water. Imagining who you would be.

In the portal between when ice cream is bought and when it melts in July: You find just the thing. A sweatshirt to wear for decades.

Comfort colors. Puka shells at the cash register.

Dashing out to find everyone and show them

how you will wear the memory of this time.

PS — I got the idea for this poem just as I fell asleep last night and remembered to write it when I woke up. I created the image on Canva.

Happy Mother’s Day and wow we made it to the sunny part of the year! 🌊