A September Night on Outreach

All I can say tonight is this, that the young pregnant woman I met in July on street outreach is still homeless and still pregnant and still has a partner which is better, I guess, than being fully alone in the woods where no one would ever imagine someone is living, and she seemed still optimistic and sprightly and asked for small things after we handed her a hot meal and a bag lunch, maybe a long-sleeved shirt or a blanket, I don’t remember, I just remember how neatly her hair was pulled back into a perfect bun on the top of her head and how her man stood listening while she talked, and then, of course, how they said goodbye and walked back into the woods.