Water seeps slowly through the closed lock gates,
gates awaiting the next barge.
When a barge approaches; it approaches - slowly,
the lock gates slowly open and a barge slowly enters.
Once opened, water passes slowly through the opened sluice-gates,
slowly filling the lock; as we watch - the old barge slowly rises,
the lock gates at the other end once more;
open slowly and the barge finally exits on its way - slowly
to the Midlands or may-be to London.
No rush here - time passes; slowly,
like the canals themselves.
Everything passes slowly here,
slowly making their way,