Teal

Not smug green, in its knowing growingness.
Not bold blue, sure of its heavenness.
Somewhere between.
Uncertain, then, but calm.

A something of green but
Seagreen, deep green, green of vast depths
Into which God alone gazes.
But not so profound.

A something of blue.
Not skyblue, not
The blue of peacocks, kingfishers,
Too bluely bold.

Wistfulness for flashing flight and royal splendour
Poured profligate into silent deeps
Where only God sees all.
Only God sees all
In the quiet, humble colour of a duck.