Read the excerpt from “How I Learned English.” So it was not impossible that I,
Banished to the outfield and daydreaming
Of water, or a hotel in the mountains,
Would suddenly find myself in the path
Of a ball stung by Joe Barone.
I watched it closing in
Clean and untouched, transfixed
By its easy arc before it hit
My forehead with a thud.

This excerpt is part of the poem’s

exposition.
rising action.
falling action.
resolution.