This path with the sagging fence line leading down to St Kilda beach is in need of attention. Surprising how the sand slowly, gradually, leans in over the years and changes things – like clear access.
Down on to the sand
View towards Lawyers Head
The view towards Middles and St Clair. If you look closely, you’ll see a seal lying on the sand.
Speaking of walking … and things associated.
As the song of ngā kōriroriro little grey warbler
trickles into sunlight and the traffic yawns,
as the kids from the school across the road
chime like bells and a chaffinch calls for cheese
from the wild elderberry,
the word agog floats into my mind and I am. All.
Then (stay with me) by association,
I picture the two dogs I often see when walking,
black-and-white dogs sitting just inside
a wrought iron gate
who I decided as soon as I saw them and without any thought
of religious context, should be named
Og and Magog. Two black-and-white patched dogs
looking like fireplace ornaments
from the 1940’s. I think I love them.
Probably because they don’t bark, just look
sad. I hope they die together
as now I just can’t imagine
Og without Magog,
or Magog without Og.
Kay McKenzie Cooke