No worries (a "front" poem)

No worries

The report from that doctor is in
its envelope
Though I peeked
and saw that word ‘regret’

No worries

Children fall in the streets
unmarked, convulsed then dead
as others investigate
what could have caused
such a calamity

No worries

From personal to
political
this cerulean
marble continues
to spin

No worries

The sun rises
The moon gleams
Seas rise and fall
A baby draws breath
A beloved stops

No worries 

Your voice on the phone
Casually concerned
Hurries to ask
“Sure?”

I hear texting
and laughter
in the background

I’m sure
No worries
No point
It’s all good