Archetype of the Soul

The sky,more than the sea, its ever-present refrain, at any moment, can heave a cumulus sigh, bellow tempestuous, darken with fear, flash, shake, boil, ignite with rage, sustain in calm, drift despondent, awaken ebullient, linger monotonous; a kaleidoscope caravan, restless metamorphose, wayfaring toward its daily denouement: sepia-shutter shades, seeped in desert dusk, from ebony interludes, to reiterative pitch, til curtain opens in soft-fold surprises toward canopy reign over minute movements of another day.

Photography and poem by Bobby Lehew