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'.