Parsley

I keep finding parsley in the fridge,
not just the flat severed fans but whole
bundles curled up in a bag and stuffed
behind the eggs. I’ve even found two,
One in the door and one with the lettuce.
You are like the parsley.
I buy the parsley for hummus or salad
and sometimes, I find I have twice
as much as I need, some I didn’t plan on.
It makes we wonder what I could make
with the rest. I want to put it in everything
just to see how it tastes. But mostly
I want to make something I could eat
with my hands, something made
with parsley and very little else, something
that would make everything aromatic
and saturated with its deep, vivid green.