Hello, Eric. It's good to see the muse is still with you and I'm grateful for this uplifting reminder:

My muse,
a mysteriously
sweet amnesia,
that makes me
forget my wounds

Just back from a short visit to the UK, where I was invited to Oxford University to discuss the role of poetry and why it matters. My short answer, an echo of your above poem, is that it's a reminder of what is indestructible in us & our world.

Write on _/|\_

PS -- Meantime, because this man cannot live by poetry, alone, I'm starting a new business & thought to pick your brain: https://steemit.com/life/@yahialababidi/i-need-your-advice-about-vodka-and-wine