Caught -- the bubble <br />in the spirit level, <br />a creature divided; <br />and the compass needle <br />wobbling and wavering, <br />undecided. <br />Freed -- the broken <br />thermometer's mercury <br />running away; <br />and the rainbow-bird <br />from the narrow bevel <br />of the empty mirror, <br />flying wherever <br />it feels like, gay!<br /><br />Elizabeth Bishop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-1979/
