How you attach to me,
your self, your cells
an extension of mine,
how we combine
to form a unit,
a single creature
not awake, perhaps,
but secure in the knowledge
of unity. How the jockey
is an extension of the horse,
how for two minutes
they are one beast
with one purpose,
the wire,
the journey from the gate.
The surgery, the separation,
is always painful.
The sound of goodbye,
the substitute jock.
