Last Cast

Must we, supplanted by ourselves in the course,
Changelings, become as they who know at last
A river’s secret, never having cast 
One guess, or known one doubt, about its source? 
-Henry Charles Beeching, Knowledge after Death 

My neighbor moved off the island today.  He spent last night warming in the day’s last sunshine and freezing in the Thorne’s black water.  I hope if I ever have to leave I’ll have fished as much as he did.  

And that I spend my last night freezing in the Thorne.