believe

 I don't know if I believe in fate. I don't feel it's possible to commit to something so tethered to change as belief is. 

  It is pleasant sometimes to think about my exile in this country to have meaning. And that meaning can only be you. My Kurdish genius. My matching whirling dervish. 

While we watch the world fall apart, the seas turn to acid and the trees burn and the animals disappear, we dance together, we hold each other safe. 

While we watch our civilizations falter and crush everything connected to them, we love children, we try to make more of them, we support each other to nurture a future we are not sure will exist. 

I have not needed to believe since we trusted each other. I have not needed to hold to an invisible thread to anchor myself in the endless ocean of consciousness. 

I only need to hear you breathing to know I am alive. 

  Did Time know when you watched the fighter pilot's face as he flew his danger over your city, that one day you would speak english all day to your american wife?  Did Fate know when I was being preached to about the "end times" that one day I would safely rest in your persian atheist arms? 

  I like to imagine they did. 

  Do they know how long we will have each other? Do they know if we will raise more children? Do they know if we will one day do everything we promise each other?