William Ricci

Tag: water

  • 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…

  • Knik Glacier, Alaska – Flightseeing Tour

    On 2017-08-08, we stepped out of comfort zones and took to the air for a flightseeing tour with Alaska Air Service, based in Anchorage, AK.  Our pilot was Bill who is also the owner.  We flew into the Chugach Mountains and were treated to awesome views of the Knik and Colony Glaciers.  Also included was…

  • Girdwood, Alaska – Rainforest

    Into the rainforest we walk with soft steps, silent voices, and open hearts. Morning rain seeps through the tall trees and the mountain side is shrouded in fog. Deeper in we cross wooden bridges over creeks following animal tracks, we examine stones laced with scars, and we marvel in being here, part of something larger.…

  • Poem – The Ancients

    Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand years Together we embrace as the fire Fills the black sky with our own universe And the reflection of the time we have endured And the souls we have emerged as on the other side. Standing side…

  • Poem – The Fragments We Keep

    Eyes open to the blackened sky. I find myself on scattered rocks. Cold waves wash over me as I struggle to remember. Ravens call across the bay. In the distance a portal opens and for the first time in years I feel hope. Ravens now carry the fragments I desire to keep.

  • Moonrise in Blue and Black

    Taken on 11-APR-2017.

  • Poem – Existence

    The dirt road lined with pine and poplar exists in familiar land and on the map, but standing here beneath the northern sky as the cool wind brushes the lake, I am without time or space. In moments where I become aware of my contact with the earth, does it matter where I exist physically…

  • Poem – The Last Day in This Flesh

    The last time I exit the empty field, crossing over the still black water will be the last day in this flesh. On the other side the machines wait with steely patience where they have stood for years. When we next awaken from what seems like a dream we will be near the base of…

  • Poem – A Reflection in Time

    The child stares into the mirror of the adult he is to become and both wonder why. the adult sees a child running through sand ahead of the waves and the look of amazement when birds take flight the child sees an adult lost black eyes cold and the look of bewilderment when he realizes…

  • Poem – Shifted Wolves

    From the collection “Beyond the Border Kingdom“. (1) In dreams the white wolf stands beside the black wolf Emerging from unnamed star fields walking across a bridge of light against gravity against laws of physics. I felt no fear. I felt no fear. Distant galaxies produce and consume light. Skewed and shifted before arriving here…