Writing poetry is like being in a balloon, floating high above the visible earth, caught by currents that direct you this way or that, although you may pretend that direction is under your control. It is not: move this way or that—deflation is a force that must be dealt with—and when back on the soil, accept that the adventure is over until the next time. Only then is it best to reflect, and not get too taken up with your own part in it all. You were the balloon, for a while, and allowed to see all under you.
You are not the wind.