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!