Grok It Imagine you never rode a bike Only had a description of balancing, pedaling, feeling the wind blowing your hair Now, imagine you have taken a rocket to the moon The endless preparation, the fear as the engines rumble, numbness of being forced to your seat Ah, but you have ridden a bike Probably not as exhilarating as a rocket; But you grok it Hearing an explanation was never enough for me Jumping out of a plane Experiencing the black out The sensory input too novel for my land-based mind To comprehend the world of free falling The joy of gliding, no flying When the chute finally opens Learning to hang glide on a hill overlooking a dairy farm Shifting my entire body to compensate for the contour of the air The thrill of sticking the landing Trekking it back up over and over again Nothing beats the aha of grokking it To you swarm of Shits on Twitter Who never held a political office in your life Or never walked a day in the shoes of a minority Or never been responsible for hundreds of people’s livelihood To you mob of Shits on Twitter Who never grokked what you so easily criticize Hiding behind your glittery, Wizard of Oz, digital curtain To you flock of Shits on Twitter I say fuck you When you horde of Shits on Twitter Run a marathon Climb a cliff in the mountains with no ropes Have friends from grade school who now have grandchildren of their own Still find joy and laughter in a thirty-plus year marriage Raise three children who are responsible adults Start and build a successful business Lose your father to a heart attack as a teenager Comfort a daughter after a miscarriage Then you Shits on Twitter Can comment on me or others you know nothing about I am happy to say I have never grokked Being an anonymous Shit on Twitter