lasts and firsts

this is a season

of both endings

and beginnings, firsts

and lasts

yesterday we drove through the park

under the glory of His painted skies

headed to a town two hours from home

for the last time before we leave

we made the most of the day

happy in each other's presence

checking things off our shopping list

in the middle of our series of lasts

we chose to share a first

and instead of a sensible lunch

we dove into a dish of poutine

a French Canadian standard

french fries crisp

cheese curds melting 

beneath hot dark gravy

we savoured simply

to say we had, finally

knowing we wouldn't have

the opportunity later

for the days after the days 

of lasts will be filled

with other firsts

too many to count

we licked salty lips

left smiling