From the Verse Essays of Ivar Benløs: The Travel Writer Takes a Turn for the Words

We are all tourists in this
World, especially the gods,
Who visit rarely and do
Strange, inexplicable things,
Betraying their ignorance
Of local mores and needs.
Why shouldn't I look around

While carried on the shoulders
Of more humane souls than me
And pretend I order things
To be done to the natives
That are done because of me,
Though the weather and the tides
Here ignore me completely?