the rain heralds her arrival
she pours herself into the land
in the post office she discovers Pataks Original Mild Curry
Paste and begins blending
the ready-made with the soon to be made
her grandmother’s words sizzling you can’t make a curry in a hurry 

she lowers the heat and adds the paste in a hurry
imperialism gives rise to the recipe’s arrival
resisting the way curry had to be made
dissension – the right to her roots on the mother-land
the kala pani and Sound of Skye blending
could she put haggis in a curry 

could she resist her birthright of curry
would her grandmother’s ghost know it was with haste and a hurry of blending
that this soil felt her arrival
in the mountains and vales of this land
until in the earth’s womb a pact was made 

and on her table acceptable ready-made?
lowering the tone with her curry giving her tolerability in this land
if Tescos could do it in a hurry globalised food had its arrival
aisles of ready-meals blending chicken and tikka masala blending allegiances made
departure and arrival
of the colonial curry
judgments made in a hurry
about who can migrate to the land 

harvest the land
through blending
and mixing in a hurry
until the recipe is made
a bastardised curry
makes its arrival 

 blending promises made
we land a new kind of curry
hurry to await its arrival