Ginger Ale Nights
There are some nights
when I am asked,
to bring the ginger ale.
I carry the seemingly
benign beverage from
the cellar without fail.
As I reach the top step,
I can see him
reach below the sink.
20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey
And a shot of the ale
…the recipe for his drink.
He downs these libations,
steadily through the eve.
Slowly things change.
The room gets hotter,
air is stiller, silently I sit.
Staying out of range.
I watch and wait
and say a prayer
to do nothing that incites.
You see I have a reason
to dread the drink
and those lonely
ginger ale nights.
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