I want to make a wish
at an artesian well. Take me
to the old comfort
station near the 125-year-old iron
footbridge. No longer providing relief
to men, women, children passing by,
it aerates the pond. Who will
aerate me?
From this curved history, I can see
a pond in transition—
half ice, half water freed
from the long arm
of Minnesota winter. I don’t need
a hug from that set
of limbs. I’ve wiggled out
of that passive
aggressive affair. Lately, I take
winter in layers, leave it
behind when the last chunk
dissolves to crack open
a warmer motion.
I no longer dread
seeing the old lover—he’s got nothing
on me these days. I know how
to remain unattached. I’m ready
to place my feet before the well,
to drop the coin in.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Amy,
I am thoroughly enjoying your poetry! Like you mentioned before-we may be kindred spirits. I feel it through the words. You give me something to look forward to after coming home from work; at a time when I need it the most. Just wanted to share that with you.
Thanks,
Matt
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Matt:
Thank you so much. You are inspiring me to keep going. I keep to a personal goal to write a poem a day and try to keep to a goal of posting something on the blog each night. Some days it is really hard to do. Your encouragement helps tremendously. I too am enjoying exploring your poems and cool film reviews.
Happy writing!
Amy
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