Pisaries Creator

When my hands get tingly,
and the shocks zigzag 
through the spaces in my brain,
that is when I know, 
when I know
I must see the great whale again.

When the words directed
at me don't sound quite right
and I try to remember its meaning,
to sound smarter than I am,
that is why I leave unbalanced,
feeling angry 
at the waterless situation before me.

When my knees get disconnected
from my legs and my legs wobble
under the weight of me,
that is where my emotion hides,
laughs at my expense,
and gets closer to my heart.

When the breathing is not enough,
I calm myself by picking at a scab,
when there is nothing to pop,
I imagine popping something else,
a little head on top of little shoulder.

When my feet move again,
the water moves in every direction,
moves wherever it wants,
and that is when I know
I am home,
I am going the right way.