Hadewijch II looked on from her 13th century perch, or every century perch, or the infinity the collapses every century into one slice of time, and she saw the table, chair and sink; couch, bed, and bath; dish, cup and spoon; eggs, cheese and grapes; pad, pencil and books; window to the untamed world outside and roof over this little one.
“A good start,” she said, “but …”
the world’s things.
Then the naked
can grow wide,