The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate.
We note the plants and planet will endure;
in other words the hummingbirds elate.

Arrested, it’s my lot to isolate
within a garden, soothed and yet unsure;
the jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate.

Now rose and lemon buds proliferate.
New growth unfurls and scent creates allure;
in other words the hummingbirds elate.

I’m drawn to green but have to concentrate
my pleasure here, alone and near obscure.
The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate.

So far I’m lucky, healthy – I can wait
and note the birdsong as the plants mature
(in other words the hummingbirds elate).

Advised to shelter longer in this state,
I’m sentenced to a garden, growing, pure.
The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate.
In other words, the hummingbirds elate.