How long are two years, and yet how short?
When twenty four months can bring so much change
I think as I walk through the tennis courts
Way too expensive to play on, in another life,
I would dream of setting foot on the polished green,
Watching the women married to bankers,
Kids in the creche, never worked a day in their life.
But now, things are so different; I can walk
Through the nets and sit down with sleeve
Rolled to my shoulder for a vaccine we didn’t
Know we would need, but that was before,
When those courts underfoot were way out of reach.
I went to have my booster vaccine the other day and it was on the tennis courts attached to a really fancy hotel in my home town. They are indoor courts and the kind of place where rich kids go to have private lessons on Saturday mornings. In short, it’s a place I normally don’t belong.
But the world isn’t normal any more, is it?
It is strange though, that I felt a little bit like I was trespassing into a world that I don’t belong in. I even had a laugh with Noah when I left, saying that I should have had my vaccine out on the outdoor courts in the wind and the rain.
This brave new world is opening unexpected new doors – both good and bad.