Strange, New Things

Little hands, little feet
Little fingers, little toes
Smooth and new, twisting furiously, curiously
Grasping this, touching that
Feeling new sensations spread like warmth
Drinking in the novelty, the strangeness of it all.
Sprigs of hair, bright and soft
That cover a pink head, pink ears, a pink face
With its tiny features etched secretly,
Hiding blurry eyes that focus, un-focus,
Uncovering shapes, structures, things;
That will soon be known, memorized,
And taken for granted.
But until then,
They remain new.