Tao Yuanming walked away from the official's robes and the bow he refused to make, and the verse pictures him at the moment his own roof comes back into view, dinner already on the table. The stick places you somewhere on that same road. In matters of love, this is the moderately good reading where the answer isn't out there in some new person or dramatic encounter; it's waiting at the house you already own. The boat is returning to its pier. You are the boat.
What the verse reflects back is that you've been searching outward for something that has gone quiet inward. Maybe you've been performing a version of yourself in dating that bends the back, the way Tao refused to bend his, for company that doesn't actually feed you. Maybe you've been waiting for a partner to make you feel at home before you've bothered to make yourself at home. The stick is moderately good rather than great because the homecoming hasn't happened yet, only the sighting of the rooftop. You can still get distracted on the last stretch of the path.
Notice which parts of yourself you've left behind to be more lovable, and which version of you actually wants the dinner that's waiting.