This post is a little more like my usual ones. Again I admire those poets who can use just a few words to mean so much. It is a beautiful poem, and the events surrounding the poet make it even more harrowing.
For the first prompt, write about your own methods of escapism, of forgetting, not of what but of how.
The second is to write a poem in conversation with this one. What would you say to the poet (or narrator) if you could speak face to face?
The last prompt is to write a poem in which all that was lost and destroyed is rebuilt, focusing on the time and care it takes to place a brick or sweep a street clean.
Write whatever this photo of a heron in the Gulf inspires.
Good luck.