Time and Tide, Quarter Moon

“This is my song of love to the sea and to the journey, the Odyssey that my seafaring people have not yet transcribed.” -Khal Torabully, 1992.

So many of us are born from the taboo of a crossing. Somewhere through the sickness of a vehicle constantly in motion, pass the phases of the moon that mark the time since departure and the loss of all vision in the blackest of storms we let go the fastness of our heraldry, our caste, our religion and collect what shipwrecked identity was left to us on the shores of a new life. Whatever generation from the original traveller, we are shaped by the memories that survived and the creativity and inventiveness of Torabully’s ‘coral imaginary’.