It was in an empty lot

Ringed by elms and fir and honeysuckle.

Bill Corson was pitching in his buckskin jacket,

Chuck Keller, fat even as a boy, was on first,

His t-shirt riding up over his gut,

Ron O’Neill, Jim, Dennis, were talking it up

In the field, a blue sky above them

Tipped with cirrus.

And there I was,

Just off the plane and plopped in the middle

Of Williamsport, Pa. and a neighborhood game,

Unnatural and without any moves,

My notions of baseball and America

Growing fuzzier each time I whiffed.

—“How I Learned English,”
Gregory Djanikan

Which lines from the passage use first-person point of view to show the narrator’s feelings?