Behold the tight closed fist
Behold the puckered lips
Behold the eyes screwed shut
Behold the wrinkled frown
Behold the hungry mouth
Behold the new pink gums
Behold the clean and tender skin
Behold how when the eyes are wide
they have a mystic gaze
of quintessential innocence
nothing else is there
Behold the dawn or thought
Behold his simple joy
in the pleasure of his limbs
and how his lungs expand with air
gentle in the breathing
Behold his gaze,
drawn to light and movement
Behold the flexing fingers
Behold his hidden soul
a lotus deep enclosed
Behold a new beginning
Behold the newborn child
Behold the dawn of thought