At the edge
of sense you
sense the pause
that shifts, you
push on it
to stop it
more, you’ve enchanted
the torturer with
your short songs
sounding like to
shorten time is
what songs are for
by Brenda Hillman
from her book
Robin Reagler 
Nice poem…I like the edge it takes the reader to, with a glimpse over.
Thanks for posting it. And thanks for linking to my blog.
I recently discovered your blog and I like what I’ve read so far, so I’ll be checking in every once in a while.