The title gives the game away: these four short statements are all ways of dodging something. The speaker opens by admitting that their desires haven't gone away, they just go by "other names." That sets up the rest. Each line after it sounds calm, even virtuous, but reads differently once we suspect a cover story.
Believing in idleness and paying attention to strangers sound like gentle, open-minded habits. Yet they may also be ways of not facing what the speaker truly wants. Writing, we're told, isn't about discovery but about becoming "satisfied with what I said," as if the aim is self-persuasion. The last image is the most revealing: taking pictures to "hide the hubbub in my eyes." The camera becomes a shield, and behind it is some restlessness the speaker doesn't want seen.
The mood is quiet, wry and a little guarded. The speaker seems honest about being evasive, and that honesty is the poem's small, human surprise.