The Man Who Got Lost on Purpose

By Harlan Grady

Harry Yount left his house because he wanted to go home.

Harry Yount brought his rifle because he wanted to go home.

Harry Yount climbed, and climbed, and climbed because he wanted to go home.

Harry Yount continued to climb because he wanted to go home.

Harry Yount found the valley beneath him, rolling skies as far as the eyes could see. And he simply said, “I’m home.”

Harry Yount didn't know where home would ever be, eternally wandering, but he found a rock, heard the void of deafening silence, and knew it was home.

Harry Yount was a man who never left his house without finding a home.

With roses for cheeks and a lethal icicle in hand, with a beard as soft as sand, Harry Yount would keep exploring.

Because Harry Yount would walk for a million years and never find a house he liked.

But a million homes he loved.