Sarah Marie Graye

Bio: Sarah Marie Graye is a PhD candidate on the University of Kent’s Contemporary Novel: Practice as Research programme. Her research focuses on identity, trauma and memory. Alongside her PhD project, Sarah Marie produces work in other written/creative forms, including poetry, personal essays and film.

The Space In Between

There is an interval twice a dayWhen the sea drops its robeAnd the tide falls away
It’s the flirtations of the moonAnd its gravitational pull“Hey sea, come with me”
The waves cannot resistThey sway to the rhythmOf the siren song
I walk this intermittent territory A temporal windowA snapshot of what will not exist
The space in between appearsLike thoughts turning into memoriesCoastal time does not stand still
As I walk the foreshoreI know I want to walkAll 11,000 miles of you
But the moon’s seduction is deceptionAnd the sea runs back to shoreTo lick its wounds

The Week’s Walk

We each walk the path soloFlaneurs of our ownThoughts and feelingsNeurons firing and receiving
On Monday, we walk slowlyNavigating the sameRoute over and againWithout learning
Our thoughts notTraveling far enough To go from prefrontal cortexTo hippocampus
On Tuesday, the brain misfiresClumsy feet, stumblingWe momentarily forget What we were saying
…left, right, left, right…
On Wednesday, we haveA skip in our stepThree pounds seems lightFor the cerebellum to carry
Taking large, confident stridesGlimpses of sunshineIn the basal gangliaGive us a dopamine hit
…left, right, left, right…
On Thursday, we make choicesWe survey the different routesIn the valleys of the cortexAnd take the narrowest path
The hypothalamus is thirstyFrom so many synapses firingSo, we drink cerebrospinal fluidA toast to decisions well made
On Friday, the thalamus is alertScanning the whole brainAxons point like long fingersTelling us which way to go
On Saturday and Sunday, we restOur brainstem sleep cyclesAllowing us the timeTo process the week’s walking

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