This poem was written by Krista's good friend Jeremy in Santa Cruz, Bolivia for Krista Hunt Ausland on the night of Krista's death. I celebrate your joy.
The night I met you we saw gauchos
stomp black boots, wave white sombreros,
twirl rings of fire. Laughter danced
in your eyes and your face flickered
in the half-dark as we tried to talk
above charangos, quenas, and drums. Already in the throaty throb
of that music I knew your joy.
I learned more about the dance