Dave Bonta's poem doesn't hand over a neat story, and it's more fun if you stop looking for one. It starts with a child's question, which turns out to be "very angry," an odd and slightly funny way to describe something a kid asks. From there the logic slips. The question begins talking about the speaker's guts, as if it had become a person with a voice of its own, and then a "cunning blubber" appears, a phrase that is hard to picture and sounds both soft and sly.
The speaker seems caught between discomfort and acceptance. A "complaint" is allowed to become a friend, and the poem ends with someone "wakened by extraordinary weather," which suggests a jolt of fresh awareness. The mood is dreamlike and unsettled, but also a little playful. Judging by the title, the "big question" may be the kind children ask that adults can't easily answer, and the poem lets that discomfort spill into the body and the imagery.