Rejected

In "Hubris at Zunzal" by Robert Hass, I think the rejection occurs in the first couple of lines where he's describing the sunset and the water. Before he can finish establishing the imagery of the setting, he switches the subject to the imagery of language, leaving where he is as an unfinished thought. After briefly discussing the imagery of language, he then goes right into the story of wading with coconut milk and rum, and dumping it into the water. The reader never figures out where he is, or why he's there. He never fully completes that image, but instead, leaves the reader to wonder, maybe guess as to his whereabouts.