In just a few lines, the speaker describes a way of seeing. Life, they say, is something to be found, and the title, "Investigator," makes that sound almost like detective work: looking closely, paying attention, expecting to turn something up. What they turn up is art, and not on a special occasion. The poem says "any day" can be an art, which suggests the speaker doesn't wait for big moments.
The second stanza gives us the scene: a room, a candle, and the speaker looking at things around them. We never learn what those things are, and that vagueness feels deliberate. The poem cares less about the objects than about the act of looking. Candlelight softens everything and slows it down, so the mood is quiet, private, and contemplative. The speaker seems content, even a little playful, treating their own room as a place worth investigating. It's a small poem, but it makes a gentle argument that attention can turn ordinary life into something close to art.