Due North (draft IV)

Driving north

in mid-November
winds whip
even the telephone poles

and coal black flocks
scatter like

particles of science
and space filter through
the radio.

Am I reeling from
the tilt of the earth's axis

or the loss of you?

Across the melliniums
the North Star shifts

darkness makes
way for darkness
as the light passes.

I can see ahead for miles-
wheat less fields
gone to harvest.