The poem opens with a small, surprising claim: this morning "too was art." The word "too" suggests the speaker has been noticing a run of such moments, where ordinary life feels shaped and made. The next image, "a ship for a seal," is odd and charming. A seal doesn't need a ship, since it already belongs in the water, so the line hints at something offered that is wonderful but unnecessary, or at a gift that doesn't quite fit its receiver.
Then the speaker walks back to a place he "had long thought to live," and admits it was "in error." The final image, a bull "at home on foot," continues the sense of things slightly out of place, a heavy animal moving in a way that seems unlikely yet natural. The mood is quiet, wry and gently self-mocking. The speaker seems to accept being mistaken about where he belongs, and finds some peace and humor in that. The poem is brief and its meanings are left open, so it works more by suggestion than by explanation.