How to Polish a Petoskey and Other Poems

by Sarah Steele

HOW TO POLISH A PETOSKEY (OR OTHERWISE, A POEM)

Go out hunting (or walk aimlessly),

and fill with delight when you stumble

upon a gray patterned rock. Pick it up.

Hold the stone in your hands. Feel its

rough edges, notice streaking scratches.

Use a file until it is rounded, but not yet smooth.

Wet the stone—spit or tears will do. Apply grit and

a steady, circular motion. Gently now.

Consistent, firm pressure is all that is required.

Once your bowl is filled, dump it out—

cloudy liquid never made designs clearer.

Pour fresh water, and rinse the stone again.

Caress your specimen with cloth until

it is dry. Examine it for deeper defects.

Increase your grit strength.

Rinse,

dry,

sand,

repeat.

You must do this many times.

But not too many times.

And all this must be done by hand. If you

automate the process (or belabor it too long),

the stone will disintegrate into its gravelly parts,

and you will never find its wholeness again.

CITY COFFEE SHOP MUSINGS

He was there—

in the grandeur of buildings, reaching for sky,

in the stillness of the dragonfly, waiting in breeze,

in the ingenuity of vehicles, transporting in style,

in the persistence of grass, poking through concrete,

in the freshness of the market, nourishing the body—

He was there.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

The most beautiful thing

I’ve ever seen

was a naked tree

with nothing on

but frost and snow.

SARAH STEELE

Sarah Steele is a dynamic artist and spoken word performer whose powerful voice and rhythmic delivery bring emotions and stories to life. Her ability to weave complex ideas into relatable experiences especially comes through in her poetry memoir An Ocean Without.

Sarah’s work appears in numerous digital and print publications, and she serves as an editor for The Way Back to Ourselves. Sarah also passionately leads poetry workshops, watercolor classes, nature studies, and neighborhood book clubs, sharing her love for the arts with students of all ages—including her four spirited redheads—around their Michigan home.

Connect with her on her website: www.bysarahsteele.com.


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