Comfort and Discomfort

Line us up in your thoughts,
And soak in, one by one,
First one than the other,

Ordinary words used
Casually and often,
Each its own world in mind—

Discomfort. Everything
From ill-fitting clothes
To social terror,

To getting through a day
Of continual aches,
Of unhappy body.

Comfort. The full expanse
Of body feeling well,
The embrace that’s a gift,

Any combination
Of simple luxury
Or kindness for sorrow.

Use your own memories.
Comfort. Discomfort. When
Is there more to explain,

When is either simple
Term something you can both
Conjure and comprehend?