Saint Joseph of Cupertino One unexplained, neither cogent nor lost, a breeze wedged out of the glooms. Of feather blood, hollow bone, beaten brainless by seashore wings soaring between light and mist, an Easter bell pealing a requiem to reason. Throughout the day he paddles clumsily, soon billows like a sail without keel or rudder to hang onto for lack of gravity. He has few words for himself. He blows smoke rings from an insubstantial mind. Never high enough go the unanchored birds or night’s orbed highways. Rising on currents of sudden feeling, he flies along widening geodesics of beatitude, departing for good from the confines of himself.
Stephanie V Sears is a French and American ethnologist (Doctorate EHESS, Paris 1993), free-lance journalist, essayist and poet whose poetry recently appeared in The Deronda Review, The Comstock Review, The Mystic Blue Review, The Big Windows Review, Indefinite Space, The Plum Tree Tavern, Literary Yard, Clementine Unbound, Anti Heroine Chic, DASH, The Dawn Treader, The Strange Travels of Svinhilde Wilson published by Adelaide Book 2020.