Momentary Matters Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Momentary matters
Are amphibious creatures
The in and out clatters
With their many features
I can't hear their talk
What are they saying?
Paling importance chalk
For each period swaying

The indecisive echoes
Are coming here and going
Directing the wind blows
Without really knowing
And just for a brief interval
Some flashes of flame
Hours that are abolishable
But never exactly the same

Seeds into the dust
Who will carry their ways?
You might perhaps adjust
Their short lived days
Beats of times are turning
Each idea to dissolve
Recollect bridges burning
Their weightiness evolve