The day we nearly drowned at Cable Bay,

our spirits stood above the waves

and something in your voice said stay.

It had started out so innocently,

a skinny dip at sunset haze,

the day we nearly drowned at Cable Bay.

The waves went black, but they were calm

until the sea began to rage,

and something in your voice said stay.

Tumbling fast, my head skimmed rocks,

saltwater streamed from my face

the day we nearly drowned at Cable Bay.

Scrambling out, cutting knees and shins,

as you trod the swell with frightened grace,

and something in my voice said stay.

The wind drops, you drifted safely in,

and said my bloody cuts will fade,

the day we nearly drowned at Cable Bay,

and something in your voice said stay.

© Sam Burcher