Home Again and Turnip Greens

When I left the country
to try the city
I always
 planted a very small patch
of turnip greens.
More seeds sowed in this
kitchen garden
they are beautiful....
My daughter was
even able to take
a bag full and some
sage back to her
home in Florida.

~~Nothing like all the others, even as a child
rooted in such love for the hills and mountains,
I stumbled into their net of dust, that departure
that lasted 13 years.

But a tethered bird longs for its old forest,
and a pond fish its deep waters ... so now,

my southern out lands cleared, I nurture
simplicity among these fields and gardens,

home again

No confusion within these gates, no dust,
my empty home harbors idleness to spare,

Back again, after so long caged in that trap,
I've returned to the occurrence coming of itself ~~

~~Home Again Among Fields and Gardens~~

"Mountain Home"   The wilderness Poetry of Ancient China