When all else fails: One Red Branch amongst the green. Oh, right. Yes, of course:
A large curl of birch bark inside a loving home, I looked upon an hour ago. With curls inside of curls. A proclamation: “I have much to say. I curl in expression of each next idea. Listen to the way I curl, each day, in front of your eyes. I am responding to you as you move through this room and sit looking out the window, or reading a book; eating cherries from a bowl. I see you as love and love alone, and curl in response, to express my joy at witnessing you. To tell you my tale and share myself with you. Look into my curls and understand that that is you, as you look upon me with wonder, and touch me gently to see how the curls have evolved each next day. Each next view.”
To the curls then: Yes, I have seen you. Yes I have. Oh, my heart.