Sleepy Soliloquy

Sometimes,
late at night,
while the campers nap
and the cows and horses
set aside their differences
and commune peacefully,
I slip past the infants,
the old folks, lying restless,
I try to keep a graceful
stream as I pee.
Some times
are harder than others,
other times
I have to wait my turn.
I try to keep my head above my shoes.
Sometimes late at night
is harder than more often.