In younger days I sailed Dalmatia’s coast:
Budding islands capped the crest of waves, where now
And then a bird would hover, fixed on prey;
Seaweed-wrapped and slippery, lovely as emeralds in the sun.
When high tide and nightfall took them back, sails
On beat to windward gave them wider berth to slip their trap.
Today my kingdom Is that no-man’s land.
The port is lit for others; me an untamed spirit
Drives wide in the world, and an aching love for life.
_____________________________ (Italian original here)