NO, everything hasn’t stopped. The trees have become green and are creating shade. I see birds flying. No ornate birds, pigeons, sparrows, finches, catbird, cardinals, starlings.

The tomatoes are growing, not yet ripe.

Not everything has stopped. In the middle of the night we breath. I hear the fans.

And if you don’t look too closely, too hard, there is hope. but you need to be kind.

Smile behind the mask and think they will see you.

I am waiting.

From the street I can see the bright red of the tomatoes.

Birds are wet and silly from the bird bath

And bees in and out of the home.

Restaurants are opening on the street – it looks like a fair

Will you know me after

In the shade or summer sun.

I will smile at you