Conversion experience

Suddenly we find ourselves in love
              with fresh cilantro, both of us,

and now we put it into everything—
              salsa, of course, but also into salads

and sides, and we find ourselves
              eating it all by itself and putting

the fingers that have handled it,
              steadied it while we chopped it, up

to our noses, breathing deep.
              The crispness of its leaf's become

an unexplained addiction, a mystery
              so citrusy, of scent or secret spice—

and we are high on how it dawns
              in us anew each time we think

to add it to the soup, and we're
              embarrassed by the way we feel

because we both remember clearly
              another time, though not exactly when,

in which we'd had a very pointed conversation
              and agreed we didn't like it in the least.