Three short images sit side by side here, and the poem leaves it to us to connect them. It begins with a mountain peak in morning light, calm and still. Then it jumps to something "new like a fashion" that exists "to continue the old," a small paradox: the new thing is really a way of keeping something ancient going. The last image brings in a woman who makes "a religion / with her own body."
The speaker never says how they feel, but the tone is quiet and admiring. Morning light makes the mountain look freshly made, even though it has stood there forever. The poem seems to suggest that this woman's way of finding the sacred is like that: a very old human impulse, born again in a new form. Instead of worshipping the mountain from a distance, she makes her own body the place of worship. The mood is hushed, a little wondering, and open-ended, as if the poem wants us to sit with the connection rather than have it explained.