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