Mornings Break

Early mornings have chosen paths
they begin the nowheres of memory
sweep across flood plains
ignore tree and creature
impatient for night-end
but pause to coil around questions
left-behind footprints
all over your doubts
gather like a pickpocket
and take ghost streets known to none but me
and deliver you
a baby i am terrified to touch
for fear of crumbling
in the parchment-break
of too much love.