William Ricci

Category: Empty Field

  • Video – Winter Grains

    Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.

  • Poem – Until Nothing

    As concrete melts into dirt and grass and skyscrapers become pine trees, I fall into the snow and promise myself to stay until spring. As the snow continues to fall, I am covered until I become the snow and the earth and the roots of spring’s growth. What was a full mind is replaced with…

  • Poem – Universe in the Eyes

    What does she see across the snow covered field, in the distance or nearby? Is the coyote following us today? Silence broken by a single raven leaving one tree top and heading east to another. Silence until we hear crunching snow and snapping twigs. What is that in the dense woods? We become still and…

  • Poem – Return

    Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which path I would take and to never look back, even when the sun falls and the fields are obscured with shadows and mist.

  • Poem – More Questions Than Answers

    That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior, the actions – this is not me. How did this happen? How did I get here? Change is subtle and patient. One day we vow to find balance, to live and act a certain way, to be,…

  • Poem – Escape Within Cartoons

    Snow begins to cover the empty field as the trees hold up the graying sky. I want to bury my head into the snow and mud, I want to find a way into the earth, while I do not understand where this world is going and the heavy thoughts, and when I lift my head…

  • Poem – Empty Fields

    When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to my roots, I return to the empty fields. Here is a clean slate waiting for the mind to create. They offer possibilities, an endless space to chase and capture dreams. This is where the mind can exist…

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • Returning from Alaska

    Returning from an Alaskan retreat, I am different. Nothing earth shattering and most likely not noticeable to most people I come into contact with. Back home, the sky has not changed, the trees stand tall against the summer blue, and the grass is coarse from overdue rain. Obligations, bills, demands, job – waited at the…

  • Poem – This Planet

    Beyond the fields of flowers reaching the horizon, another field exists reaching beyond the stars. This home, this planet floats in the endless expanse of space though fields of time and gravity. We harvest the land and pull sustenance from the earth, while we gaze upon the heavens and the possibility of other life.