Aleš Šteger
translated by Brian Henry
At birth
A little god
Hid inside me.
I change,
He is always
Only himself.
We don't totally overlap.
I often call him,
He isn't there.
Sometimes he reaches out of me
And strokes others' gods
Without me noticing.
He isn't bad, my little god,
Just misunderstood and alone.
I pity him.
I wouldn't want to be in his skin.
But he is in mine,
So I am grateful to him.