Baudelaire Preferred Laudanum

by Diana Odasso

I misread a Baudelaire poem once
and thought:
“He had it all wrong.
Conversations with nature
are, in fact,
hard to come by.”

The ocean never answers.

Cross-legged, cradling
quandaries like lambs I’m hesitant
to cast upon an implacable altar,

I beg the rolling tide
for some sign.

close by a sandpiper needlepoints

is that a sign?

a gull
swoops

sign?

waves crash
louder than

a moment

ago

Thank God –
there is an ice cream shop nearby
because this business is tiring.

Baudelaire preferred laudanum.