Today, I gazed upon the Oklahoma plain,

felt the wind blowing upon my chest.

The same breeze that, in its journey,

ruffled the white fur of the Arctic fox,

traveling freely across the land

as I once did.

Today, when I felt the wind,

I could not travel with it.

Past the guard tower it blew,

over and around

the cyclone fence and razor wire.

The obstacles that contain me,

meant nothing to it.

It caressed me in passing,

And went on its way.