You (bear tree in a pandemic and me)

The bear tree is still here on the next familiar ridge, staring out over bay waters with me and You (cresting over us both face to face like a crazy unmasked lover!);
all the people are hiding now until the coast is clear again to be;
to unmask, we must be with Thee;
but in the meantime, the bear and I sit together staring out at sea with You
and we are not afraid to be, even now, because of who we are with.