Boat in the Water

I am in a sink
I dream of the sea
When the sink is full
I swim.
With two wind-catchers
I glide on the surface.

The seabed is white
So too is the horizon
I await the true seas
Inexpiable wait.

I feel controlled by ten fingers,
Or the artificial wind.
Mostly I’m in the cupboard
With no wind
Nor fingers.

I am only a toy sailboat
My only wish
Is the magic
To battle the true sea.