This poem is really talking to me and makes me laugh. I live on the 4th floor of an apt building and keep plants in the communal hallway a few steps below because there is a huge skylight there and the plants love it. They grow like crazy. Sometimes I think that I should sit there next to a pot and see what happens to me. Maybe something magic. I often water these plants in my pyjama pants when no one is watching and once my big toe got caught in the pant leg. I nearly went down tumbling but managed to catch the rail by letting go of the water jug. Now I often imagine how it would be if I went down rolling with the jug. In my mind I practice how to grab that rail in different ways depending on what I am carrying.
I'm pretty sure I've read somewhere (an interview? a poem?) from later years, that he even used to keep a dictionary on his desk for the use of strange and unusual words now and then. Anybody remember where's that from?
The most interesing thing about that poem (to me) is the revealing title and subtitle.