This is one of my least personal poems.  It has nothing to do with anything deep about me, or any personal experience.  I'm not sure how I came up with it, but it's about this guy who's the only survivor of a plane crash or something involving semi-mysterious circumstances.  And people won't leave the poor guy alone.  They think he has some sort of magic that'll rub off on them if they hang around, or that he has deep pronouncements to make, just because he was the only survivor.  They wonder why he stands alone in his garden sometimes; the guy's just survived a traumatic experience, you idiots!  His life is none of your business!  Leave him alone already!