"New Day" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
New Year, New Rules
The Junkanoo echoes have faded away,
The brass and the goatskin have finished their play.
The sun rises bright o’er the tongue of the ocean,
Setting a spirit of change into motion.
From the streets of Nassau to the Family Isle,
It’s time to trade habits and walk a new mile.
The calendar turns, and the mandate is clear:
New Year, New Rules for a better frontier.
The Temple and the Table
We start with the body, the vessel we own,
Too long have we feasted on sugars alone.
Less heavy souse and less floury bread,
Let’s choose the fresh fruits of the garden instead.
The weight that we carry, we vow now to shed,
To walk on the beach with a lighter, swifter tread.
The habit of smoke that clouds up the brain,
The bottle that beckons to numb every pain—
We’re putting them down, for the lungs need the breeze,
And the mind deserves clarity, comfort, and ease.
No more for the powders or pills that ensnare,
We’re breathing the salt of the Caribbean air.
