Life was often described as a dream or as being dream-like by Shakespeare. Even with our varying degrees of individual consciousness, we often drift/float through crowd scenes or moments in ‘a haze’ or not terribly alert/focused state.
Amidst this poem, the desire of Nature to escape and avoid its otherwise fate and the flow of Nature in its contrasting freer forms as well. (Even the dog and fish both have consciousness, incidentally.)
My own orientation to this actual scene is: What is really going on here that the average person can not or does not see? My recurring interest in details beyond surfaces and the ironies inherent in even ordinary scenes; a take similar to some of the old great painters’ works. There are always, potentially, many meanings happening within a given scene, whether apprehended by a typical observer or not.