Again Abundance

I short the market  

on moderation. Assume 

plentitude of energy

like my mother before me

always in scant supply 

of the golden mean, 

that Aristotelian midpoint

between excess and insufficiency. 

Thus, my decisions about 

how much proceeds from 

my vast store-home of energy 

prompting follow-through 

by way of Sheil-feel.

I call luck, 

this curiously 

absent curfew.