Naomi Blundell Meyer





TITLE:

I trace their echoes

 YEAR:

2026
They sit contorted in a breathless writhing, 
Whispering to each other through their sorrow and anger. 
I trace their echoes rippling beneath the earth, 
Branching out in minute vibrations 
weaving between the roots and mycelium. 

Doubled over, weeping, they continue to give me strength as I breathe in soil. 






© 2026 Naomi Blundell Meyer