The exquisite blood draw

 

i recognized him

yes, this man that came from other shores, i recognized

the boots and his light colored eyes that danced, and 

i was glad.

because i already knew him

this man that would not miss a the vein, not like the 

one who claimed that my body did not give blood, 

no reason to worry, i knew that this man

was the one who would smile and move so gracefully

that my eyes would not even follow his every move

only the "a tiny prick" alerted me that the 

draw had begun, over before i could 

brace myself for the pain, no time for anxiety

or fear, Moe is his name, no, Mohammed,

the real name, the name of prophets and 

wise men.  

he is one of them.