Tamara poem #1

First Tamara Poem

I keep the door open
in my cafe everyday
so that I can be
one step from the air

and sometimes
standing next to you
I feel one step
from the air and more

your face is still
but your eyes
move through me
a wind of chance

making tall grasses
sway and bow
under a sky
of welcome clouds

one step from the air
where the air meets the sea
a cafe or a field of grass
both visited by
the surprise of flowers