Stranger in a Familiar Body

Stranger in a Familiar Body

I am a stranger
in a familiar body
the silent part that
listens as I speak,
that travels,
as I stay home.

This stranger dreams
while I dust the house,
yet the stranger never moves,
is always waiting
to be invited to speak,
to tell the stories
of adventures and travel
that I cannot.

My stranger speaks
her mind,
tells it,
like it is, though
I keep her silent,
and seldom invite
her speech.