The speaker of this week’s poem says everything he needs to about himself in how he pays attention to the world. A cove is “sickle-thin, half-hidden” and filled with “an eerie quiet.” He imagines how Thoreau’s attention to “the bracing fragrance of decay” must have been shaped by losing his brother suddenly. This speaker doesn’t detail his own losses, but he doesn’t have to. He walks into the water and watches what happens. He wants a nearby bird to give him an answer.