I had my traveling hat on today. I saw the sunrise on my driveway with our dog. After delivering pots in SoHo I saw the sunset from the Manhattan Bridge on our way to Brooklyn. Luckily the rains are behind us.
The words he wrote on the rim of his homemade traveling hat can be translated, loosely, as these:
Under this world’s long rains,
here passes
poetry’s makeshift shelter.
yo ni furu mo sarani sõgi no yadori k
–Basho, translated by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani