We sit on a rock br to allow our souls br to catch up with us. br br We have been traveling br a long time. br br Behind us are forests of books br with pages green as leaves. br A blood sun stares br over the horizon. br br Our souls are slow. br They walk miles behind br our long shadows. br br They do not dance. br They need all their strength br merely to follow us. br br Sometimes we run too fast br or trip climbing br the rotten rungs br in fame's ladder. br br Our souls know br it leads nowhere. br br They are not afraid br of losing us.