SAVANNAH SOJOURN

               SAVANNAH SOJOURN

Savannah
I need you--
Your quiet strength
Your strong serenity
My emotions tangle
In a whirlwind
Like the autumn leaves
outside my door.
To walk your streets
Gliding under waving tendrils
of Spanish moss
Like a free spirit.
The heart of the city
Beats
As mine.
You pull me
As a magnet
With a force so strong
I wonder if I am
The only one to feel it
But
How can that be?
Does your magic exist
Just for me?
     --Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1982