Gut

He closed the window on the computer screen
   as soon as I walked in.

I didn’t actually see anything
   other than his flustering
       and the flash of color change
           on the monitor,
   but it was very odd behavior,
                and I definitely noticed that.

He seemed agitated,
                 guilty
          and wide-eyed.

My first thought was
          pornography,
   but I hadn’t actually seen
          anything.

I tried to come up with
   other reasons
        my boss would have acted that way.
Maybe he was looking for gifts,
                       planning a surprise vacation,
                       looking up an old girlfriend on Facebook,
                         or was just caught off guard
                            that someone else was in the room.

My brain
        nagged
            at me
               that I was
                 searching
                    for something
                            other than the truth,
        but I still had nothing I could be sure about
                            nothing I could prove
                            nothing to confront him with.

I couldn’t verify
     what I thought I might have noticed.
            And what would I even say?
We didn’t have that type of relationship,
   professionally or personally,
       where I could bring something like that up –
            a female subordinate
               to a male boss –
        when I was only strongly guessing,
        when most of what I would
               or could say
           was based on odd behavior,
                                a strong feeling
                         and a one-time observation.

I wanted to trust him.
He was married
     with kids
         and worked for a Christian organization.
I never wanted to accuse
   someone who may have been
           innocent,
      and I knew of no other reason at that point
           not to trust him.

But my brain would not,
                     could not
                          shut off
                       the day I walked into the office
                                and saw him
                                   at his computer.

A few months later,
         he was fired.
   I no longer worked there,
         so I was not privy
               to the exact details,
            but I did find out
      him viewing pornography – at work –
          was part of it all.
Suspicions that had gnawed
           at my gut
     about what I questioned
        were verified.

Call it intuition
         instinct
         awareness.
I’m not entirely sure.

The scene had
   scratched its fingernails
              loudly
       on my conscience.

But I was afraid of being fired
                                 or thought crazy
                                 or untrusting
                                 or paranoid.
        So I never entered in.
            I never tried.
            I never attempted the conversation.

I still don’t know
   what I would have
          or could have said.
It’s possible
   things may have turned out
        exactly the same
           had I said something.
                          Anything.

                   Or not.

Who knows what could have been
     if I had just started with,
              “Hey…”?

 

 

Think a little porn is harmless? Here is a video from Unearthed that explains the effects of pornography and how it relates to global sex-trafficking. Viewer discretion is advised.