The morning’s empty city streets

Art credit - Leonardo daVinci

The morning’s empty city streets
provided me the liberty
to sneak a peek around me
to perceive the scene as prior dreams
of people who preceded me,
their previous imaginings
conceived and made complete and real
from inkling to reality.

Amazing capabilities,
longings and technologies,
extraordinary ordinary things!
And it occurred to me...
If I could blink daVinci here,
he’d see a scene that might seem
inconceivable to even his
indefatigability.

At the light, I cast a glance beside me
and you won’t believe it,
but I saw the ghost of Leonardo
seated next to me!
He was beaming mischievously,
seemingly about to speak…
when my cell phone rang
and yanked me back to Practicality.

As Responsibility
commensed to chase my vision
to the fringes of my senses
as a frivolous and fleeting thing,
dreams of Renaissance receding…
Duty needing dealing with,
stealing any energy
I had for Curiosity,…

as daVinci took his leave,
he leaned across the seat to me
and whispered, “Possibilita!”
inflected so insistently
I sensed the master pass his
incandescent wondering to me.
Then he left, and left his message
needling me teasingly.

“What I’m really needing
is some sleep,” I thought sarcastically,
“hallucinating painters
from the friggin’ 16th century!
Absolutely leaving
at a fairly decent time this evening.”
Then the dream’s epiphany
came brimming with immensity…

Leonardo wasn’t just
a sleep-deprived imagining,
I’d seen him as a muse to free
my own originality...
brought him to remind me
of my constant opportunity
to be my own daVinci
in the field of possibility.

Encouraging me vividly
to ask my Self, “What fantasies
and lucid dreams and possibilities
receive my energy?
Am I vested in the feelings
and beliefs I find appealing?
Am I manifesting what I want,
or what I merely need?”

Beeps behind me said the light
had turned to green while I’d been steeping in daVinci’s hint at my
unheeded opportunities.
Waving startled sorries,
I accelerated into my
commute to the illuminating
space of Creativity.

Lee DeNoya - Taos 2021

Note: Leonardo’s Car was spring driven, to be wound up so it would move. It was also programmable - pegs were put into small holes to tell the wheels of the car to turn at certain points during the journey.