This series of poems, entitled Not My Leaf, is an exploration of aspects of the diasporic experience in Australia; specifically, what it means to really know a tree.

As an Irish emigrant living permanently in Australia, on Gadigal land, I believe my transnational experience of dislocation and restlessness, and my search for identity, are relatable to many other people of our diasporic communities, those who spent their childhood and formative years in regions far from this continent, and who never lost the early programming of their cultural heritage: flora and fauna, seasons and weather, music, food, traditions and rituals, languages, untranslatable words – everything that adds up to a sense of home.

While my writing showcases the natural beauty of my adopted home, the seams of my origins run just beneath the surface. There is a sense that ‘home’ is never fully realised in either place.