the messy stack of construction paper that my siblings and I have been using on school projects for years
mom’s binders from when she finished her degree at csun
fine mesh and an embroidery hoop for silk screening tina shirts in the 8th grade
all sitting on a wooden wall mounted rack that my grandpa made a few years ago
and outside, the ladder we’ve used to get onto the roof to repair fallen shingles during the summer or access camping gear and the christmas tree stand with
the dense patch of deep green ivy I’d let my chickens prance around in and scour for bugs
seen through the window of a door I’ve actually never once seen opened
in the top right corner the sparkle of glossy leaves belonging to an oak tree that has been growing and growing for as long as I can remember.