Kingdom In The Sky

Coast Sunset, Timm O'Cobhthaigh

As I've said previously, Timm was a lover of sunsets -- or his camera was, because all of his cusp-of-light pictures are from the end of day, not the beginning. Maybe that was simply because on his end of the continent the sun went into the sea, not up from it. (Here in Florida, we get it both ways.) Maybe he wasn't a morning person. I do remember that he was always the last to wake on Christmas Day, much to the ire of his early-rising siblings. Anyway, I came across a poem of Timm's which articulates his sense of love and wonder at the triumphal passing of the light into night. I had to include the second pic in this post since it features a rising full moon, a sight which only Timm could have caught as he did, far away in the heartland he chose.

Hood and Moon, Timm O'Cobhthaigh

Kingdom In The Sky

Timm O'Cobhthaigh
2003

Clouds shuffle across the evening sky
Filling the placid void
They create a myriad shapes
The fortress of the sky
Valleys, peaks, canyons and plains
allow the light like water

It’s journey to my heart

Tinges of salmon grace the edges
Passing to gold, ochre and black
A victim of the prevailing winds and the sun’s gentle set

I dream of stretching my arms heavenward
And with a leap go that way
Visiting the far-off places I know only belongs to the winds
I’ll bank around a billowing pillar and dive beneath it’s feet
I’ll slide across a narrow edge as I tumble thru a break

I’ll follow the evening rays – I’ll let them point the way
Across the majestic airy expanse of the kingdom in the sky.