The C chord is a magical chord
powerful from the get.
I struggle with its shape
but when my fingers nail it
it defines the moment.
It’s present.
The G chord is just right
like the swish of a basketball through a net.
When it’s strummed
reverberations flutter through my heart.
It echoes through time.
The guitar, like water from a spring.
The guitar, where have you been all my life?