We Write the Room Askew

We write the room askew
to show that we are wise.
We shun whatever’s new.
We tell no lies.

 We wear red, white, and blue
because they’re true
and all the time recording 
with our eyes.

We never drink white coffee,
only black.
We have no truck with pine cones,
only sacks.

 We take extreme precautions
to cover tracks,
so can’t backtrack our future:
it’s have or lack.

It is said I’m awaiting glory.
I cannot say
either when it’s likely to arrive
or the form it takes.

 There seems neither rhyme nor reason.
But still I trust.
Life is surprising enough
in any season.

I wait to see how life changes,
also how much.
Now change, we know, is much faster,
and also crasser.

Change used to be something we knew.
Now even the past is new.
Adjustment is now a simple question: How?
Answers are required faster. 

Old’s a term that no longer matters.
It is now, now, now.