Gabriel's Hymn (a funny little postcard's song) (12/4/11)

I prophesy

From the dusty wilderness of

The corkboard square she pinned me to:

Next to and off the map-

Which tracks,

In white string and orange tacks

The route,

A yellow star paperclip

Settling above

Each port

Announcing his arrival.

 I: the harbinger from

Cape Town.

It was like Advent,

Sitting in her tiny campus mailbox,

Waiting for the seraphic chorus

Of keys’ teeth chattering into keyhole.

I could’ve glowed

In her smooth hands,

Nail-bitten more than usual

For reasons obvious and unknown.

How blessed to be a herald of the

Good News!,

Gabriel’s hymn:

“Everything is beautiful here:

You’d fit right in.”