On the south shore the waves are brisk,
driven by energetic gusts of an angry wind.
Yet on the eastern shore the waves are gentle,
where the wind is mild,
spread thin by the cliff's deflection.
Breaking waves crash on the southern shore,
forcing their foam between the rocks--
the splashing sound uniting with the wind.
The other shore escapes the anger.
Here is respite for the waves. Two
different shores not far removed.
One acts up, one behaves.