[Poetry] Always Home by Leisel Brex

Tiny spiny porcelain clenches, pinching

            of salty epiphany, pen-point

peepers- peering, peeking for predators

while questing in kelp and kaleidoscope kisses

            drifting in rushes and ripples

clenched, tucked

matchstick prickers, neatly-

tightly packed,

curled inside her chalky

angel plume pure

corkscrew casing

just over

the

                edge

all buckled to her back-

by mother nature,

nurturing

rolled smooth, like

shortbread dough

in the heaving hums

of the sea.

Leisel Brex is a seaside poet, trying to make sense of a painful existence, while honoring the beauty of being a human.