The Yeast In The Sugar

Give it a second, it needs some time to form
The yeast in the sugar the jar on the ironing board
The needle, slow moving
The orchestra tuning

A tapping of toes, a clicking, a ticking down
Then I'm counting in time, but counting in 1, 2, now's
A skip in the breath
Returns as a pain in the chest

But oh my lands, my islands, I landed here
See my eyes, my wide eyes these lenses clear

A cyclical motion, the spinning of yarn from flax
Then measured, and woven, and coated in paraffin wax
But I didn't find it
It's just I didn't see it yet

And oh my lands, my islands, I landed here
A stone's throw from an I can't find the time to disappear