Mum pointed you skywards,
hand supporting her back
whenever she heaved herself off the couch.
"Anytime now would be good," she said
when she sat back down. Dad said to me,
"Can you imagine having a fieldpack
latched to you, wherever you go?"
 
I imagine the release would be something
like a boulder rolling down a hill
but for now you are positioned like a swimmer
cloaked by water, against the current.
I am rooting for you.