Hahaha! Poetry went analytical.
That's what happens (to me) as soon as something needs to be studied or analyzed. Poetry goes bye-bye, UNLESS.... I hear myself going too analytical or kind of snooty, in which case I will probably start making fun of myself, pulling my own words into absurdity, same as I would if someone else was being snooty.
It's a highly intricate balance game. :)
Perhaps poetry, in a way, serves, to reinvent the old, the existing, in a similar way as mythology does?
(I am doing it again, I know... I'll have a coffee. A poetic one. That will fix it.)
Go on a hiking, and you'll find (what is) poetry everywhere (without a-na-ly-zing-e-ve-ry-thing) (but you can bring coffee) (and your shoes) (try not to lose one, or...)
I've done it lots of times and yes, nature is poetry, in an effortless, natural way.