2022 Issue > Poetry > Pockets of Breath
"Sleeping with the Sandhills"
by Roberta Condon
Pockets of Breath
The waves wormed with discontent under my gaze
Distorted dancing images of my own reflection
Perhaps this perception is really me
Upon the gray rippling screen
The closer I look, the less I see
The water, that black, bleak grave
Beckons, begs, bargains, so I enter
The cold grips me, a silken entrapment
Stuck below, in a cage of my own making
The burning cold water becomes a numbing balm
Soothing the sharp edges of my mind
Surrender is both my salvation and damnation
Pockets of breath caress me
Running towards the surface, even they leave me
Until there are no more
AnaCapri Peterson is an undergraduate student at UW-Platteville with a major in English with an Emphasis in Professional Writing.
Roberta Condon is an artist and gallerist from Portage, WI. She is an award-winning Signature Member of the Pastel Society of America, and a member of the Master’s Circle in the International Association of Pastel Societies. Roberta Condon has a gallery and studio at 223 W Cook Street in Portage, WI and is the author of the book “Agriculture All Around, Agriculture Run Aground” which discusses the loss of the family farm in the Midwest. This work is from her book in progress, and series of paintings entitled “A Hollow Boned Muse”.