Uma Biswas

Day by Day

“I think I can make it through today,” he whispers,

“if I move slowly.”

As if he is wading into a lake, hoping

that the depths will not consume him,

even when it feels like he’s freezing.

Field of a Thousand Memories

Perhaps I will always remember what came before:

that endless summer’s day when she wove her hair

with jasmine, sweet, and searched for me.

And perhaps I will never stop loving her, the recollection of the way

she used to be. I hope she won’t mind if I hold onto her

memory, while she travels to distant lands

and forgets my name.