A vision of Leonardo

I am sitting in a beach chair

Reading a poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

When a bizarre contraption like a helicopter

Flies across my field of vision.

There is a man piloting it

Who could be anyone

But I know that it is Leonardo DaVinci.

The whole thing seems to be made of wood

And it is making a whooshing-clacking noise.

I wave and he waves back.

I rejoice that he sees me.

This vision gives me hope

That one day, maybe not we,

But our spirits will prevail.