Wind Whispers

Winking in the dark is a futile act
the wind whispers.
But I told a joke to a deaf man
who laughed hysterically
and gave me the thumbs up.
I danced for a blind man
who clapped and said
'my boy, one day you will be the greatest dancer on the earth for your dance reminds me of years gone when my eyes were with me.'
But the wind whispered
‘two people do not lose in a lie if the one being lied to does not know he is being lied to, the one lying knows he is lying.’
'When the rabbit grows old he sucks the nipples of his young.'
The wind whispered.

But I have stood upon the shoulders of those who came before me.
Now I must strengthen mine for the ones to come.
So like a fatherless son I wonder how to be a man:
Should I take a wife?
And sire a son?
Do I take a gun?
And take a life?
How is it done?
But the wind whispers,
'to be male is to be born but to be a man, is to make a choice and that is not a day’s journey.'