Is the wreck, the wreck of a failed marriage? Is it the wreck of Rich's husband's suicide? Is it the wreck of male-female relations in general? I can see elements of all three in this poem. Whatever it represents, the narrator merely surveys it, which is itself a good life-affirming process, especially since she is looking for untouched treasure in addition to the damage.
Speaking of self-surveying, I have started keeping a diary, which i plan to write in every night, surveying what I've done that day. What are the positive things? What are the negative things? What aspects of my behavior do I like? Which would I like to change? I did a one-time version of this many weeks ago, surveying my life up to that point, and that helped me a lot. I've become a bit complacent since then, so I think it's good to keep maintaining it.
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