Ode to Peanut Butter

I'm excited to post pics of the epic hike that Jessica and I went on yesterday. Jess is on the NPS dive team and is really, really nice to let me crash with her in town for the long weekend, which has turned out to be quite rainy, so a dry bed feels like a dream. Yesterday, we were hiking for about 8 hours and traversed half of the south side of the island on foot and felt so accomplished at the end of the day. It was amazing. But, I don't have my camera cord with me here in town so pics and a better description of our travels will have to wait until next week.

For now, I have a poem to share. The first two weeks here I spent in solitude, very pensive, journaling, lingering over things I've never understood or ideas that required sorting out mired in heavy thought. I'm sure I'll go back to that at some point, but with so much quiet and peace, you get tired of thinking about the meaning of life and have a lot of free space for silliness to creep into your head. When Jess and I were on trails yesterday that weren't conducive to conversation, I composed a poem in my head and wrote it down while waiting in the middle of nowhere for a bus that arrived out of nowhere to take us home, spent and fulfilled and exhausted and so proud of ourselves for how much we'd seen. And starving. We ate the biggest pizza ever and passed out.

Today, I got up early, refreshed and sore and walked to the cafe to get two giant coffees and got caught in a deluge. I haven't spent a single day inside yet, so I'm not quite feeling guilty about being forced inside. It gives me a chance to share my poem. Don't worry, I'm really not going crazy; I promise I'll go back to my Siddhartha-esque search-for-meaning-of-life after poem-writing...

(Aheam, throat-clearing)

"An Ode to Peanut Butter"

Oh, Peanut Butter, how you sustain me,
It's been just you and me as of lately.

Silky smooth or crunchy sweet,
almost as much protein as a piece of meat.

I prefer to eat your kind without hydrogenated oil,
but without refrigeration, I fear you would spoil.

You are perfect with jelly and other stuff,
but sometimes I'll even crave you with fluff.

On crackers, on wheat bread, on haagen daas vanilla,
I'll take you with me when we rent the villa.

A fiber-rich food that's good morning, noon or night,
when there's nothing else to eat, you're always right!

Oh, Peanut Butter you make chocolate taste better,
super dark or milky, you're so perfect together.

Sometimes you stick to the roof of my mouth,
unfortunately you are absent from grocery stores waaay down south.
(south america that is)

If I become lucky with more fruits from Susanna,
I'll see you tomorrow morning on a banana.

Oh, Peanut Butter the ants share my love.
They often try to get into your tub.
This explains the three plastic baggies.
Just please don't make my thighs look saggy!

Happy Sunday kids. More intellectual thoughts next time :) Much love and peace, jilly