I view these pictures

transmitted between cities

a hefty little person

dropped into our lives

as if blown in on April winds

expand the view

to hover over

…fingernails

…eyebrows

…fierce frown

…blossoms of ears

…sturdy arms and legs

…a crown of straight black hair

so much framed

by camera’s lens

images far beyond Eastman’s dreams

130 years ago, his vision helping send

these snapshots born of new technologies

so that this baby’s world expands

long before I’ve even held his hand.