A bit of bad poetry (off the top of my head as I waited in the airport yesterday)....
On Being Stuck in an Airport
I am standing in this airport, waiting for my plane to come,
But the planes are all delayed by the hiding of the sun.
It seems my life is just a standing-in-between:
I am always going somewhere, but that somewhere's never seen.
I am stuck-in-between, in the middle of my life,
Until Heaven's planes come down on their wings of wind and light.