Entangled

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Fri Jul 03 2026

I feel connected to you.
An entangled mess of a probability cloud
Where you show up, I do too.
I cannot exist in independence.
And yet I am in this hammock alone.

I feel you chasing dolphins in the sea
The pain of a hundred sea life pricks
The salt lingering in my mouth after each gulp for life
I hear your quickened breaths
Just as you hear the calls of your new friends
From the depths of that blackness.

Of blackness…

The last time I sensed you
Was as you were
Beneath that umbrella
Blocking out the fierce moon rays
You were at peace yet in fear
That you may never feel this all again.
I felt you quench that blackness
As you rolled away to be drenched by the cratered drug.

Is this spirituality, schizophrenia or the psychic link to an alternate dimension?
Or is it simply the musings of a man in pursuit
Of the contract that promises
That I will be all I once set out to be.
Regardless of the why, I smile.
And what is more liberating than the smile on a middle-aged man?