Flight

[just mercedes]

I saw the poem
in my head the first time
you couldn’t remember
my name, your tongue wanting
to say something, anything;
the sadness of it all floated,
catching on a bridge column,
swirling in an eddy of undertows.

Your arms spread like sparrow wings,
and I thought this is how they might look
flying into eternity.

I really like the first stanza, and the image of water swirling around a pylon. I can't easily connect it to the sparrow in the second. IMHO, your poem doesn't need that extra image - or if you use it, you need to get me out of the water first.