Office Conventions

My office at work (I am the director for a small conference/camp for the youth of the Anglican Diocese of San Joaquin) is next to one of the priest's offices, and he was talking to a mutual friend on the phone rather loudly. It was a good-natured talk, and a bit odd, so it got me thinking.

The talk was of professional wrestling,

how the good days are gone,

days when the member of one duo

would place a leather dog collar

around his neck and flex

until the collar burst apart.

It is rare to find a man,

he later told me,

who is willing to admit he enjoys

watching professional wrestlers,

to which I could have replied,

It is rare to hear your priest

talking on his office phone

about wrestling of any level.

I said nothing though, and returned

past his office to my own desk,

where I sat and returned to sorting

stacks of applications, careful

not to move lest I rattle

the chain that linked

my collar to the desk.