Rob Schackne #1038 - "I grew in brine"

I grew in brine
and so I swam
into the nets
the sharks were
unconcerned
I could untangle knots

took my schoolbag
to be filled up
it was mostly gravel
mixed with gray
I looked out the window
seaspray in the hills

and three letters
was the safety word
we repeated
the promise was
undiminished
such a simple thing