Emily Dimov WAITING, WITH THE PATIENCE OF A BUDDHIST FLY FISHERMAN I linger between dreams of you. Reality is mingled with the chords from Our last conversation. And I wonder what it is That lifts life to that melodious duet. These pages of unspoken words, I write, All filled with an unknown passion. Finding you, dreams of life begin to beckon me. That song, which I have long wished for and long feared, has reached me. And I await your call with a façade of patience like a Buddhist fly fisherman. In-between the hours, waiting for your call … feels like eternity!