poem for dad

there is an hour of peaceful rest
the agony of having too much power
as a naked man i go
up from the south at break of day
sweet and strong
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
noises that strive to tear
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
let me move slowly through the street
braided and woven
in september
what do i owe to you
pharaoh, king of egypt's land