every third thought
that’s what he says
at the end
before heading out
to contemplate the meaning
of it all
and lately it seems
that fine line
we all must cross one day
keeps cropping up
in my world
and though I am thousands
of miles away
I hear the bell toll
lower my eyes first
then raise my hands
palms up
toward heaven
and pause as another soul
passes over
to whatever lies
beyond