The Tide Of Writing

For periods of time like the tide I go out to accumulate experiences, driftwood and debris.
That then stay lodged in the liquid sea of my brain as memories.
Ebbing in suddenly as waves, poems and songs appear
never in control of their own splash and crash, on to the shore of the page.
Instead their is a greater Oceanic law behind them all.
As my thoughts drift in fluid ink waves I trust in the guiding hand of the ocean, nature, God...