Gabriel's Hymn: A postcard's narrative (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 key's 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.”