father poem

i made a vow once, one only
perhaps
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i have had one fear in my life
in new york harbor
bring me soft song
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the agony of having too much power
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
over the river they beckon to me
i had over-prepared the event
of sun nor stars
from floor to ceiling