Indian Summer Ritual

- 1944-

I was born in Indian Summer,
by the sea, at sun set—

I slid from my mother's womb,
face to the sea

I felt a dolphin leap
from the sea for joy

I cried in agony because
I was naked, cold, beached

It was Indian summer
and the clouds were purple

It was Indian Summer
and Venus glowed in the West

It was Indian Summer
and the moon rose, a ripe, gold melon

It was Indian Summer
and fire was in the ascendant

It was Indian Summer
and I danced and danced with dolphins

all the first night of my birth,
until the eagle's cry brought the sun

It was Indian Summer,
light wolves and dark wolves howled through the day

It was Indian Summer
and a snake shed its skin.

Then, and only then, was I properly
human.