the last trip

Here is a poem that I wrote in the car on the way to Canmore:

The Last Trip

there was this time
when we drove right across Alberta
in one fell swoop

mountains
     foothills
         forests
             prairies

you like the mountains.
you said you felt finite
under their looming grey stares

but I like the prairies best
because they make me feel free
-- heart opening across expanses of gold and green.

that was the last trip we ever took
before the end.